reverie past three

There was still time before the meeting.

Sonon leaned his head back against the wall. The room was small and secluded, faded curtains and furniture cramped within its confines. It smelled of aged wood and mothballs, tucked away in the old, run-down motel not far from his destination. If he spared a glance toward the covered window, he could see the faintest hints of sunlight attempting to waltz through heavy fabric, the quiet murmurings of people walking down the street a constant buzz.

It was good enough for a short, quick session.

He unzipped his pants and shifted them down, letting out a quiet sigh as he brought out his cock, the heated flesh already throbbing in his palm, veins bulging. He couldn’t help but huff, wondering if he should feel ashamed that he always got like this before meetings. Sonon spat on his hand and closed his eyes, shivering as he encircled his cock. 

Her laughter was loud as always, her smile playful as she sized him up, leaning against him as she dragged a hand across the length of his cock with feather-light touches. “I didn’t know you kept a mountain in your pants.”

Sonon tightened his grip, biting his lip to hold back a low moan.

It seemed today’s fantasy would be bolder.

She was always fired up and ready to go after battles, looking toward him excitedly. In the beginning, the glances had been more subtle, shy even, a high contrast to the boss he had known growing up. But with each new kiss and caress they shared beneath the sky and stars, her advances grew bolder, realizing the power she held over him.

A groan sounded from deep in his throat. He wondered what her face would be if she knew how he pictured her, their interactions committed to memory as dreams danced behind his eyes.

Her hand had been one he held a million times before, from the time she waddled around the hallways in search of her father to when she needed help navigating back home, lost in the ever-growing alleyways left by the towering creations of Shinra. He knew how careful she could be when before her laid treasures she found of high interest. Knew how playful she could be to test the endurance of her new jewels.

Sonon groaned as he pinched his foreskin and slid it back, dragging his hand back down to the base of his cock and squeezing tight. He lifted his other hand and pressed the flat of his thumb against the weeping head, lightly dipping his nail into the slit. For his boss, his body was her instrument to do as she wished with. He tugged at his cock quickly once, twice, before settling back at the base again, readjusting his grip.

Her eyes practically sparkled, no doubt on a high from seeing the strong warrior her father trained come undone by her hand. She straddled his hips, palming at his erection. His hips lifted off the bed, but she moved her hand, leaving him to chase the sensation of her touch.

Her grin was cheeky, face flushed, and chest heavily rising as she observed him.

Sonon felt sweat roll down his temple, breathing labored as he pumped his cock. 

In some versions of this scene, his boss would sit back, offering a view of the faintest hint of her nipples through her shirt, ready to hold him close and let him do as he pleased. Other times, she’d roll off him in a hurry, spreading herself out on the bed and saying she could handle whatever he had planned, chin turned up with her boosted ego.

Personally, his favorite was scenario three.

His boss insisted on keeping the socks on, claiming it helped define her muscles after their workouts. He knew it was because he had mentioned their appeal once, but he let her say what she wanted, after all—

—the boss was always right. 

Her shorts had been thrown haphazardly to the side, and he could see the determination on her face as she positioned herself over his cock. Each tremble and minute readjustment of her hand, he felt twofold through his cock, the veins ready to burst at their seams. He stared up at her, waiting for her next command.

Sonon’s hips were lifting off the chair with more frequency; a growl buried deep in his throat. He tightened his hand, alternating the pressure on his cock. With his thumb, he made sure to swirl the precum around the head, the rhythm he had set for himself stuttering as he began to pump himself more vigorously. 

“Good job, boss,” he’d praise her, hands clenched tightly in the bedsheets, waiting for when he was allowed to place them on her waist. She winked at him, chest labored as she adjusted to his size. 

She swore up and down that he grew bigger each time, claiming to feel fuller than the last. 

He rolled his hips up, and she let out a soft moan, her hands planted firmly on his abdomen. She never lasted long past this, her power always quick to give under pleasure. Once more, he rocked up into her, and she squealed, nails biting his flesh as her cunt squeezed him tight.

“H-Hey! No fair!” she said, trying to reclaim any last strips of dominance, grinding her hips down, Sonon feeling her slick roll down his cock.

The air felt stuffy, Sonon’s rhythm becoming more and more erratic. He could feel each throb of his cock increase with intensity, hips lifting to slam up against his fist.

It’d go on for a while, her hips rolling as she tested out different beats and grooves. There were wet slaps, particularly when she’d slam down too hard, head thrown back as his thick cock curved along all the right places. Sonon matched his tempo with the scene, heart beating in time with hers. On and on, it’d continue, a game of endurance and patience as she used him as a glorified sex toy, until—

“H-Hey…” her head was bowed, sweaty bangs plastered to her face as she looked at him with those pleading eyes that he could never say no to. “D-Don’t leave me hanging…”

In an instant, his hands found themselves at home on the curve of her waist, his voice rough as she finally allowed him movement. “Fuck.”

It was beautiful, hearing the way her voice cracked and her words broke into stringed together vowels, nothing more than incoherent babbling. Sonon slammed his hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed, balls painfully tight as blinding pressure crept closer and closer.

“Sonon…!” It was like a prayer. She arched her back, hanging onto him for dear life. As she rode out her high, he leaned in close to place a kiss between her breasts, feeling her heart beating beneath the cotton of her shirt.

He smiled, feeling her lean forward and wrap her arms around his head, the quiet lullaby of her heart indicating that she had dozed off again, like always.

The white-hot pressure faded, and Sonon slowly opened his eyes, breaths slowly evening out.

He noticed that ropes of white had flown a good distance from his position on the chair. Briefly, he wondered if the motel had any leftover cleaning supplies before noticing the time on the clock.

He clicked his tongue.

Half-an-hour late. 

Sonon sighed, standing up and stretching his sore muscles. His cock hung limp as he made his way to the adjacent bathroom to freshen up. 

He could already imagine his boss staring at him with a pout, wondering why he was late again. He groaned when he felt his cock stir at the thought.

If only his boss knew what power she held over him, then maybe he’d stop showing up late to missions with a ridiculous case of blue balls.