sweet money for twice the honey

The symphony the crickets played drowned out her quiet moans, Yuffie hanging onto the edge of the bench tightly. 

Sonon smiled up at her, “You’re doing good, boss,” he said, crooking his fingers up slightly. Yuffie jumped, his movement following, the pressure inside her building with each passing second. 

She knew he was teasing her by the way his eyes crinkled, the way his teeth bit into his lips to hold back quiet laughter. If she weren’t so mature, she would have bitten out a retort, reminding Sonon of who it was that insisted on stopping by the inn for the night.

If he made any mention that it was her idea, Yuffie would simply write it off as a difference in comprehension.

Sonon pulled his fingers out again, making sure to drag them along her upper wall. Yuffie clasped a hand to her mouth, barely managing to muffle a squeal. She knew there were people in the room next to theirs; after all, as a top-class ninja, she was able to pick up on the faintest hints of their breathing. As the boss, she had to look out for those small details for her partner's protection.

Honestly! Where would Sonon be without her and her incredible skills? 

If he made any mention that her pride was at stake, mortified at the idea of having random people hear her come undone, Yuffie would simply say it was his attempt at hiding his appreciation for her talent.

“Ready to call it a night?”

Her brow twitched.

“You—!” She froze, muscles clenching around his fingers tightly when she heard the people turn in their sleep. Yuffie took a deep breath, lowering her voice, speaking in a harsh whisper. “You can’t do that,” her eyes fluttered when he pressed his fingers up, slowly pulling them out. “No, wait!” she clutched at his wrist in haste. There was no way she was going to let him leave her hot and bothered like this. For a babe such as herself, it would harm her complexion if she was pent up from an unfulfilled release. She couldn’t have that!

Sonon raised an eyebrow, but she could see that he was simply waiting to hear the right words.

Yuffie rolled her eyes. He was always like this, teasing her gently despite all his claims of the power she held over him.

Steeling her nerves, she leaned back against the wooden bench, lifting her arms to rest against the railing. Her legs were spread wide, and she did her best to seem indifferent, even with two of Sonon’s fingers—thick and super calloused, making for all sorts of pleasant sensations, though she’d never tell him that—still buried between her wet folds.

“Well, if you aren’t up for it,” she shook her head sadly as if lamenting Sonon’s libido. “I guess we could. What a shame though,” She peered at him through one eye. “The moon was supposed to make my body super tasty tonight.”

A look entered Sonon’s eyes, and if Yuffie hadn’t the pride of a fierce warrior, she probably would have trembled by its intensity.

“Oh?” Sonon asked, his fingers slipping out with a pop. He lifted them to his lips, wide tongue moving past full lips to clean off her slick. Yuffie watched with a dry throat, feeling thirsty as he kept her pinned by his stare. Sonon finished and hummed. “I guess you’re right. It does taste great.”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” She laughed, trying to keep her voice even as her thighs trembled, wondering where the depths of Sonon’s passion would go tonight. “So, since I’m feeling kind t-tonight,” she shifted her hips on the bench and planted her legs on the edge, offering Sonon a better view of herself.

His eyes darkened, and she trembled. 

“You’re too kind, boss,” Sonon said as he moved forward and placed his hands on her thighs. Yuffie couldn’t help but admire how large they were—to think that she was able to manage in two fingers! Talk about being flexible! The muscles beneath his skin twitched, and for a small moment, Yuffie wondered what would happen if she told Sonon to release himself unto his desires completely.

The thought made her stomach feel warm.

Before she could continue any more of her wandering thoughts, Sonon ducked his head between her thighs—“Thanks for the meal”—and pressed his tongue flat against her cunt.

Yuffie inhaled sharply, Sonon’s tongue hot against her. First, he licked up and down before moving to her outer lips. He took his time circling her folds, groaning against her core every so often. Yuffie worried that her heart was about ready to jump out and bust down the walls, no doubt waking everyone within the inn.

“You’re so good, boss,” Sonon breathed against her, his fingers tugging at her slit gently to allow himself further access. Yuffie threw her head back against the wall with a thud, biting her hand as she rolled her hips up, Sonon lavishing her thoroughly. “I might just be the luckiest man.”

Yuffie opened her mouth to say something—she refused to let him have the last word—but just as quickly shut it back up again, muffled gasps buried beneath her palm.

She didn’t have to look to know that Sonon was smiling, feeling the way his lips curled up against her as he nosed her clit. 

“Hello,” he said quietly and took the bundle of nerves into his mouth, slowly sucking it as his fingers trailed light patterns along the edge of her folds. He pulled back, almost as if admiring his work, moving his thumb to rub the bud in circles.

Yuffie almost slammed her head back again before she remembered their next-door neighbors, opting to mentally yell at Sonon for being born with a heavenly tongue. 

“H-Hey, h-hey, Sonon,” she tried to speak, eyes fluttering as he continued to tug her open, his tongue alternating between her lips and clit. “W-What about yours?”

He hummed, Yuffie’s mouth falling open, rocking up against him. “What about it?”

“Isn’t it… you know? About to explode…?”

Sonon paused, pulling back to stare at her with a humored stare.

Yuffie felt herself grow red, finding this conversation more embarrassing than the past thirty minutes of “intimate crotch kissing.”

“Boss…” she could hear the laughter in his voice, barely hidden as he moved a hand to her calf, having no trouble encircling it completely. “Worried I’ll die of blue balls?”

Yuffie raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “You got materia in there?”

The urge to kick him over was strong, Sonon covering his mouth to muffle the sound of his laughter.

“W-What’s so funny?!”

Sonon shook his head, Yuffie curious as he lifted her leg off the bench and lowered it down. Her eyes widened when she felt him place it against his crotch, feeling a very, very prominent bulge.

They stared at each other.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, boss.”

“You… Y-You don’t know that for sure,” she tried to argue, not sure whether to shield a wounded ego or curiosity to see what exactly would emerge from Sonon’s pants—it seriously felt like a steel tower!

“Oh?” Sonon’s eyes had that look in them again, and Yuffie wondered if her face would explode, feeling the heat beneath her foot throb at her suggestion. “That so, boss?” 

If there was one thing Sonon knew how to do exceptionally well, it was to make her feel like prey. Yuffie gulped, shivering as a light draft passed through the room, Sonon’s saliva now cool on her heated core.

“A-Ah, well, if you aren’t ready, then…” She tucked in her shoulders a bit, a tad sheepish as she continued on, “Maybe I could try a demo…?”

Sonon snorted.  

“Classic boss, big barks for someone so small…”

Yuffie glared at him. “He— ngh!” She was given no warning, her cry loud as her head banged against the wall, squirming as Sonon’s tongue worked its way in her. 

It was thick and wide, missing little as it tasted every curve within, and hot damn did Sonon know how to use it.

Yuffie squealed, watching as Sonon ground her foot against his clothed cock. She could feel it throbbing, almost convinced that it would burn through his clothes and jump at her. She shuddered at the image, wondering when the time would arrive that she could get to know Sonon the Great more intimately.

(Leave it to Sonon to always please her but never ask for any favors. Honestly, he could be a bit of a pain sometimes, worshipping her like no tomorrow. One day, she’d return the favor.)

Sonon pulled his tongue out, tears welling in Yuffie’s eyes as he made sure to give her clit a few last licks, the pressure building within her. 

“Boss.”

She tried to catch her breath. She knew what he wanted.

With a shaky hand, she grabbed hold of his and guided it up her stomach, right beneath the hem of her shirt. “Come on,” she said, trying to tame the tremble in her voice, “The boss doesn’t have all day. I’m sure if you can’t handle this,” she licked her lips, remembering the words he had her utter every time, “Surely someone else ca— AH!”

Sonon’s hand was warm beneath her shirt, switching between kneading and pinching her nipple. His nose was flush against her, tongue pumping in and out of her deeply with hurried movements. She still wasn’t entirely sure why he loved hearing those words, to hear the threat that she’d go searching for someone else. But the high she got out of it was always fantastic. 

Yuffie’s legs trembled, trying to ground herself, but instead, she just felt Sonon’s cock throb beneath her foot. Her eyes rolled back, voice breaking and no longer caring about next-door neighbors and thin walls. Even the crickets had gone silent as pressure built within her, lifting her hips to grind up against Sonon’s mouth. She felt every groan that fell off his lips, and Yuffie opened her mouth to yell.

“Now, now, now!” She cried out, hunching forward to curl her hands within his hair.

He gripped her breast tightly and slurped loudly, Yuffie crying out as the burning pressure within her exploded, feeling the spasms rock through her, Sonon’s tongue still caressing her deeply. Blood pounded loudly in her ears as she fell forward, trembling as Sonon squeezed her breast softly and pulled his tongue out, kissing her lower lips gently.

She breathed heavily, wanting nothing more than to sleep at that moment. Vaguely, she felt Sonon pull away, strong arms gathering her and placing her down on the bed. Yuffie opened her bleary eyes to see him stretching, the bulge in his pants still visible.

“I’ll get the things to clean you up, boss,” he told her. 

Yuffie tried to sit but gave up halfway, too tired and blissed out. “What about…?”

Sonon patted her head, Yuffie’s eyes already drooping. “Don’t worry about it, boss.”

She leaned into his touch, already dreaming of materia. “Maybe… next time…” she mumbled.

If she had stayed awake a moment longer, she would have felt the kiss Sonon pressed to her forehead as he brought the duvet up to her shoulders. Once assured she was tucked in, Sonon made his way toward the exit, taking in Yuffie’s sleeping form, her chest rising softly.

He held the doorframe, almost longing as he spoke quietly. “Good night, Yuffie.”

(Now, to go and apologize to the neighbors, who he heard whispering frantically to each other.)