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This story was derived from the Final Fantasy VIII-verse of Twitter RP. I roleplayed Irvine Kinneas and a friend played Squall. Squall was intoxicated and on-break from whoever they were dating.

Blushing. A feature very few saw of the Ex-Commander Leonhart. Even before he took the role, it was a luxury to even attempt to embarrass the man. The auburn cowboy was searching Squall’s unflinching features for an opportunity. But what opportunity? To admit that what he said earlier about having a night with him, without regrets, without any alcohol hindering their advances, was true?

“Hey Squall?” The legendary sharpshooter began, running his fingers through the back of his head and resting them in a divot in the couch. Squall only glanced at him; his eyes briefly catching onto the action Irvine’s hand finished demonstrating. This was his cue to talk, at least while the florist still wanted his attention.

“I meant what I said earlier. About being intimate with you and not regretting it.” The cool air in the room, gave Irvine’s exposed skin goosebumps, which didn’t help him much. Swallowing hard, he made sure his currently indigo colored eyes were eye-to-eye with Squall’s greyish ones. “Also, sorry for kissing you twice.” Another blush gracing his olive complexion at his apology, considering the Ice Queen was not himself an hour or so prior to this moment.


The leather clad warrior crossed his arms at the apology, contemplating the sincerity of it. Irvine not meaning an apology was about as uncharacteristic as a Tonberry that didn’t stab an opponent with their butcher’s knife. Coming out of his thoughts, or so the sniper presumed, Squall pulled the cowboy closer to his body. Leather touching warm skin as Irvine just let the man hold him.

“Err Squall, what’s u-- ” This was unexpected, soft lips met the taller man’s in a firm escape of reality. It started off with a firm surge of passion coursing through the two men, but soon it became chaste and vulnerable. This action change was a rarity as it describes the Galbadian satyriasis and something that no one could find a definition for in regards to the Lion of Balamb. Tongues met in a slow tango of embrace, pulling each other’s tongue into their mouths, biting and teasing it before being pulled into the other’s cavern.

Hands were wondering through each other’s hair, trailing over each other’s torsos. Amidst the exploration Squall’s leather jacket found itself on the floor. After what seemed like minutes of not inhaling real air, they pulled back. Irvine felt light-headed while Squall felt dizzy, but their current position was interesting to say the least. The Lion was in the Cowboy’s lap, one of Squall’s legs wrapped around Irvine’s waist and the other dangling on the floor. Irvine had one of his hands on Squall’s back, and another testing to see if it’s worth going underneath his tank top.

The two men looked at one another; dark blue eyes met grayish blue. Faces were flushed and their minds already confusing them. The cowboy didn’t have to worry about any consequences in regards to seeing someone; he was single and as free as he can be. His former Commander on the other hand . . . he was interested in someone, much more innocent than the two of them combined. Irvine only heard of their relationship, not knowing how in-depth it was. Anyone could tell another person that if Squall wanted to spend time with someone, they were already of such an esteemed position of being dateable.

When Irvine was about to open his mouth, Squall pressed his finger to his lips, shaking his head. He wanted to ask if that was what they were doing was alright for him whilst the gunblade practitioner had a feeling that he would bring up Tidus. As far as he was concerned, he was still confused about his feelings in regards to Irvine. They were of lust for the most part, but his friendship and childhood past with him puts such a vulnerability for their relationship if the aspect of anything romantic failed. The silent exchange of eye contact and simple caresses caused the two men to be unsure if doing this was even appropriate. Without any further delays, they reached for one another again and embraced each other in a heated kiss.

The two seemed to be going at it for what appeared to be long minutes or almost an hour. Irvine was then on his back, with the Lion of Balamb straddling him, grinding his leather ass against the bare bulge underneath him on purpose. Squall was not stupid; he knew Irvine desired him like any other man. He was just testing the waters, even though he felt the man beneath him whimpering.

“Squall s-stop that~” The auburn haired man pleaded.

“Or what, you’ll fuck me in the ass again?” The brunette was having so much fun torturing him. Leaning down, he kissed him again, trailing down the kisses to the cowboy’s neck until he found his pulse and felt a strangled moan released from the man’s throat. He felt the man grinding his dick against the softness that was his much worn leather pants. In some odd fascination, it turned Squall on, but not enough to give him full pleasure. He wouldn’t admit this, but the way he can feel Irvine’s heartbeat racing and his mewling from his movements was edging him on.

“N-No, but . . .” His body temperature was rising, his nipples were hard. All he could hope for was a relief of sorts. Squall wasn’t paying attention to the straining member beneath his ass; he ran his gloved hands all over the gunner’s pectorals, down his sides, even circling his belly button. The gloves blocked most of the heat emitting from the auburn’s body. Figuring he could test something, removing one of the gloves, he then moved his hand to Irvine’s hipbone, where he jolted and let out a sharp gasp. His eyes weren’t focused on Irvine’s; he was focusing on his nipples. One was bare, but had a tiny scar on either side of it, while the other was adorned in silver ring. Smirking, he raised his hands to the scarred nipple, flicking it once with his fingers. This surprised Leonhart considering if he had no balance or sturdy position, he would have been bucked off at how fiercely the cowboy rocked against him.

“Tell me Kinneas . . . if I were to twist you right now, would you be in pleasure or in pain?” Squall looked up with his grey-blue eyes, honestly curious. Irvine had pressed his lips together, he didn’t want to give in and answer him. He knew that if he did, he would feel the Lion’s sadist come out and torment him. He noticed that the man was licking his lips, before he said in a low growl, “I believe your Commander just asked you a question.” Roleplaying were they? Well let’s just see about that.

“. . . Pleasure.” He found himself say without wanting to incur his wrath, even at his nipples’ expense. Figuring that such knowledge would be useful for him in the future, Squall decided against testing it right now. Opening his eyes once more, he trailed his hands down to Leonhart’s bulge, surprised at how hard he was during this whole scenario. Squall was no good at hiding his expression once Irvine began touching him. The tightness was starting to become unbearable and the blush was becoming more prevalent on the former Commander’s face. Unzipping him, he felt the hot flesh free itself from the confines of his pants. Irvine instinctively began stroking the visible muscle, hot to the touch. Panting and light strokes sounded the room; hard nipples were becoming obvious through Squall’s white t-shirt.

Bedroom blue eyes met hooded grey. The expression in the Lion’s eyes was of the command, “Make me cum.” Who could resist such a lusty look? With a silent cry, the member strain as the hot fluid shot onto his hand, his stomach and even his collarbone. Now he wondered how long Squall was resisting himself.

Once the leather clad man had the ability to catch his breath, he rose up and tucked himself back in his pants. Blushing, he realized Irvine was incredibly erect still from earlier. He offered to help him, but the cowboy rejected him politely. “It’s fine, you don’t owe me anything.” Squall did something interested, he huffed and flicked Irvine’s forehead. “I do, but if you insist, fine~ I’m going to sleep.” He watched the man walk into their bedroom with a smirk on his face.

Shaking his head, he sat up, feeling the pain in his balls surge up his back.

“Squall, you knew exactly what you were doing. . .”