old dogs and morning calls

The smell of cigarettes filled the small closet, coiling ’round his neck tightly. 

Sora took a deep breath, groaning softly at the increased pressure between his thighs. He ground himself down, hands curling into the rough cargo pants. A hand trailed up his back, warm and wide, and Sora shivered, feeling feverish.

A rough laugh trembled inside the chest before him, the man leaning forward to nose the line of his chest, stubble tickling him. “Bet your cunt’s awfully tight, ain’t it?” The man thumbed the curve of Sora’s hips, hitching his knee up harder, Sora groaning at the numbing sensation. “Just waiting to be pumped full, yeah?”

The hand at his back brushed past his neck, turning Sora’s head to face his other companion.

“Awful mouth,” Auron muttered quietly, pressing a light kiss to Sora’s lips. Slowly, his tongue began to lick Sora’s mouth, and Sora opened wide, moving his hands to reach back and hold onto Auron’s coat.

Why the man insisted on wearing it in the heat was beyond him, but his scent carried on stronger than ever, so Sora couldn’t really find it in him to complain.

Cid scoffed, grabbing hold of Sora’s chin and ripping him from Auron’s kiss. “You’re just a tight ass,” His kiss was harsher, tongue in and out of Sora’s mouth before he could form another thought. Saliva dripped down his chin, and Cid laughed almost pridefully. “Ain’t that right, kid? The old bastard just doesn’t,” Sora cried out, Cid’s fingers digging up between his thighs, slick pooling in his underwear as the man rubbed him through his pants. “Get it, right?”

Sora’s chest rose with heavy breaths, blood pounding loudly in his ears, the taste of cigarettes lingering on his tongue. He licked his lips, closing his eyes as he focused on Cid’s rough fingers, on Auron’s massive and broad chest behind him, the muscles moving as Auron reached forward—

“Hey, bastard!”

—and flicked Cid on the forehead. 

Sora groaned when the pressure was gone, Auron lifting him off Cid’s knee and to his chest. Though, he quickly got rid of his frustration when Auron turned him around and wrapped Sora’s legs around his waist, hands cupping his ass effortlessly.

“Don’t ignore me, shi—”

Auron rolled his eyes, pressing his face into the crook of Sora’s neck. “Next time, we’ll be fine without a party.”

Sora’s giggle was cut off with a sharp gasp, feeling the way Auron pressed him tightly to his abs, allowing Sora to grind up against the defined muscles. Sora’s hands shook as he grabbed hold of Auron’s shoulders, the closet hotter than ever.

“Oi.”

A weight pressed against Sora’s back, Sora squirming when Cid breathed hotly into his ear.

“I don’t like bein’ ignored, kid,” he said, teeth biting into the soft skin of Sora’s ear. Sora could feel the shape of the man's cock grinding up against him, Cid’s hands replacing Auron’s as he grabbed his bottom and pulled him wider open, Sora biting back a whine as more slick gathered between his thighs.

He wondered if he should have worn lighter clothes, the thought of smearing himself across Auron’s abs a pleasant one.

Auron’s hands circled his waist, Sora more aware than ever just how large the men were. He could feel Cid’s smug grin against his cheek, and a glance toward Auron’s face gave Sora a pretty damn good idea as to what was about to transpire.

Sora inhaled deeply again, sweat mingling with cigarettes, trying to fight the smile off his face as Cid ran his tongue across Sora’s neck.

“Maybe we oughta teach you some manners.”

Sora closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he drank in the sensations, toes curling in his shoes out of excitement. He opened his mouth, ready to taunt and bite back—goad them into wrecking him, completely ruining him—

A door creak opened.

—and found himself wide awake, sticky and sweaty, flat on his bed.

Sora blinked, staring at the ceiling in a daze, faintly registering the glow in the dark stars Yen Sid had placed the week before. Slowly, he turned his head toward the clock, the hands crossed as the second marker ticked, ticked, ticked away.

4:15 a.m.

Sora turned back to the ceiling, the slick that pooled in his underwear a reminder of what had almost transpired. Briefly, he debated getting up and cleaning off. After all, the sun was almost up, and the king had mentioned training first thing in the morning.

But then, Sora remembered Cid’s obnoxious laughter and rough grip, Auron’s broad chest and warm hands. Remembered the very, very large monsters that had yet to be released from the confines of the men’s pants.

He smiled, closing his eyes and getting comfortable.

Surely, the king wouldn’t mind if he slept in a bit. After all, it was his duty to protect the worlds, and was riding enormous, practically fire-breathing dicks into the oblivion not part of the job?

Sora nodded to himself, eagerly willing himself back to sleep.

Mickey watched Riku with a raised brow, concerned as the boy currently huddled himself against the wall, face buried in his hands, mumbling rapidly to himself.

“I just wanted to check… the moans… his safety… I should have known, and…”

The king turned to his master, who was in the midst of battling a rather complex crocheting project.

“Master Yen Sid, should I worry about,” he motioned his head at Riku, who was patting his cheeks in effort to calm the redness in them.

Yen Sid glanced up. “No,” and resumed his project.

Mickey scratched his head, “Well, alright.”

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why Riku kept mumbling to himself about wet closets and tingling dreams.

He crossed his arms and nodded, deciding to fetch tea for his master and the boy, figuring he could wake Sora on his way back.

(Mickey would return later, red-faced and empty-handed.

He looked at Riku, who shared a look of understanding. They both nodded to each other and huddled against the wall, hanging their heads in shame.

How easy it was to forget how much Sora loved pleasing people.

Especially his elders.)