Raw kisses - Part3 (NSFW - Cloti - FFVII)
Cloud had pulled Tifa back between his arms for more kisses, the brunette moaning at the way he held her. Wanton ideas were coursing through her blood now, her body moving on instinct and need. His belt buckle was not comfortable against her waistline, so she set her hands to work, not quite careful about avoiding giving him light strokes through the fabric of his pants. The first touch had made him bite into her lower lip, Cloud pulling back with apologies written all over his face, to which Tifa had retorted by stepping back into his arms. And she’d groaned.
His blood had already been rerouted south, now it was painful.
“Don’t rush it,” he asked her. “I want this to be good for you.”
His ears were red, self-doubt showing in his eyes, his hands moving up her thighs, finding the zipper under the folds of her skirt. He wanted to ask for permission, but he also wanted to kiss her again and the feel of her bare breasts pressing against his chest was still dangerously blowing his mind. The shuffling to get her out of the tight skirt was awkward, but with some teamwork, both of their lower garments and underwear rested on the floor, Tifa gasping at the feel of his hard cock on her stomach.
His sword was compensating for nothing and her stomach clenched a little as his hips jerked forward.
“Cloud, at this rate, we…”
He sighed, finding goosebumps all over her skin. He stepped away from her to pull the curtain shower open, Tifa turning the knobs to have hot water running, cringing slightly at the shower walls. The pattern on the ceramic was strange and while there was not rotten egg smell, Cloud agreed it could have looked more inviting.
“I am not touching those…” she admitted.
“Just touch me,” he whispered back, tugging on her wrist.
They stepped in one after the other, letting the water splash out as mist rose in the small room. Soaping up each other was more playful than useful, Cloud clearly torn since he wanted to touch her all over. His eagerness made her just as eager, their breathing melding as they held onto each other, rubbing, pressing, moaning.
“Turn around?” he suggested, squeezing her hips.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, smiling through the blush still on her cheeks, turning around. She gathered her wet hair to the side, making since it wasn’t in the way of their skin brushing. He kept his arms around her, guiding her to lean back into him, the warm water trickling down her body as his fingers dove along, reaching between her legs.
“No,” she managed, panting a little harder.
She couldn’t remember a time hearing herself panting had excited her so much. She bit into her lower lip, raising herself on her tiptoes as she leaned back into him, wishing she had the space to spread her legs further.
“Tell me what you like.”
“I… I can’t touch you like this, let’s get to the bed at least.”
“No, I want you coming first. I wanna hear you, and feel you, and…”
Her gasp was a shuddering sound, her hand covering his moving wrist.
“How long have you been holding back?” she managed.
His lips brushed against her neck, his breath rough with contained excitement.
“If I ask you, will you tell me?”
Another gasp as he followed her folds, his fingers warm, giving her pressure while his index built a nice pace. He was just a little off, but she liked the fact he was trying. His other hand wasn’t idle, teasing each of her breasts in turn, Tifa arching into the touches.
“You can be rough,” she breathed out, bending her neck to find his lips, the kiss a mess, their hair saturated, wet locks sticking to each other.
“Fuck, fuck, don’t…”
They both wavered at that point, finding balance as they centered on one another. More kisses, sloppy, eager, overwhelmed. Tifa wiggled against his erection, sensing it was her only way to titillate him back and he grunted, holding back a whimper of pure need. Rougher felt wrong, it was Tifa in his arms, but as her hand covered his, nudging him just a little deeper, he gave up on restraint. Her voice made a vulnerable sound, her flesh so warm around his fingers.
Oh but she was there already. Cloud didn’t slow down, taking the shifting pressure of her hand on his wrist as his guide, her uneven breathing almost as good as her shivering voice. Words were stuck in his throat, deep in his heart. They felt wrong for him, wrong considering the lies he’d already tell.
Don’t make it complicated. Just focus on her.
The water was getting cold, and Tifa stretched her arms to reach the knobs. He didn’t waste time waiting for the last droplets to fall off them, helping her out, smirking as she noted how he couldn’t take his hands off her.
“Gotta keep you warm.”
Her fingers trailed down his sides, further down to wrap around his cock. He set his jaw, a moan making it past his throat nevertheless. He wanted all of her touches, things he’d tried not to imagine coming back to his mind. Her hands moving. Her eyes looking up at him in question, lips too pink, cheeks red with the steady exhilaration. Cloud’s hands squeezed her hips, digging into her flesh, his eyes hazy.
“It’s your turn,” she shushed his budding protest, stroking his full length, her eyes taking him in. All of him it seemed.
“Just hands?” he asked, hoping she heard the plea for her to not give him more.
Allowing this was already a lot, but he wouldn’t taint her. The strokes became a squeeze, his raw nerves jumbling.
He shook his head, unsure to what he wanted to say no, unsure if there was even a point. Her hands slowed, his palms cupping her ass, light shaking going through his shoulders.
“Cloud, if it’s not…”
“I need you. All of you.”
Her gasp was a familiar music now, even if something about her surprise hurt. The fact he wanted her was clear, but saying it out loud… He couldn’t explain where the pain inside was coming from, why a part of him was calling this wrong. Was he still baffled by the fact she was welcoming him this easily? He wanted to make sue she really saw him when she blinked. Fought against the fear of looking at their reflection in the mist-covered mirror above the vanity, in case the glass wouldn’t show him standing in front of her, but another SOLDIER. A real one.
Tifa stepped closer, standing on her tiptoes, guiding his erection between her thighs to brush against her warm folds. She was bold, bold, maybe her reflection would also be wrong, maybe was he dreaming all this. But her arm wrapped around him. When he squeezed her, she jumped, her chest moving up and down too quickly.
“I need you too. Are you still with me?”
He kissed her yes, his “sorry” barely audible between the next two kisses. They were both cold wherever they didn’t touch each other, but neither minded it much, too focused on the moment. It was Tifa who pushed against his chest to encourage him back to the room. Much to her shock, Cloud didn’t bother to pick his sword on the way out. He did retain enough of his senses to worry about protection, putting on a condom as she pushed the sheets aside from the mattress, also pushing the pillows off except for one.
“How crazy do you think I’m going to…”
“I don’t really know what to do with myself…” she confessed, making an helpless gesture with her hands to convey her embarrassment.
It was quite weird to navigate through the awkward parts. Cloud worried his lower lip as he stepped next to her, one arm reaching around her. He had witty and naughty suggestions regarding what she could do with herself, but he didn’t want to make her any more nervous. His own nerves were starting to act up.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked instead.
“You seem very pent-up,” she observed, her hands laying flat against his chest to draw shivers from his skin. Her fingers teased one nipple, Cloud heaving an actual gasp. His skin was so pale, the scars feeling even softer than the rest of him. She still wished he had less of those.
“And you’re not?” he managed.
“I’m doing a tad better.”
She lifted a leg, wrapping it over his, running one hand up to ruffle his damp hair. It was already starting to point upwards. His patience was melting, and he laid her down, following closely, sneaking one hand between them to tease her. Her arms wrapped over his neck, pulling him close.
Kissing her was not familiar yet, but he was already addicted. Her lips, her tongue, the tiny sounds she made, biting lightly on him as she tried to bite into her own lip.
“I’m good and ready for you,” she promised, flushed all over but sounding certain.
She wanted him. Him. He might have whimpered, but that wasn’t how he wanted her to remember this. She felt so solid, so warm.
“Too good for me,” Cloud sighed in between kisses, leaning his forehead against hers.
Her head shook in disapproval, her eyes telling him the words he wouldn’t say. Weeks to reconnect and after one kiss, they were already…
She arched her back to feel him closer, holding on to him with one arm, her free hand finding his cock, guiding him to her core. Cloud couldn’t help a curse as he finally got to feel her. His body knew how it wanted to move, his will somehow slowing it down, his brain trying to process if Tifa’s hands had really moved down to cup his balls. His eyes were glued to her, to her face, the way her chest shivered now.
When had his name become a plea on her voice? He pushed further, to taste just how close they could join, knowing he would blow if he lost focus.
“Tifa, Tifa, can I…?”
“Full sentences?” she suggested, blinking slowly as she tried to accustom herself to him. He could reach so deep...
“Cloud, stop worrying so much and just…!” she moaned as he pulled back and thrusted himself even deeper. “Damn!”
He repeated the motion, holding her hips to his, sensing a pressure building up in the back of his head. Were the flashes trying to drag him away from her, now of all times?
“Hold me, Tifa. Talk to me, if anything is too much, if it’s not enough or…”
Her hands were on his shoulder blades, her next words spoken on a shuddering breath.
“I want more of this. Of you.”
He hacked a moan, building a steady rhythm, Tifa shifting along him. When she said his name again, he shivered down to his soul.
No, no, we’re too fragile.
Was it weakness to hold her in his heart? She wasn’t a distant dream anymore, he could say he knew her. How could he get her to know him, the real him, when he was still lost?
He tried to raise himself a little so he could find a different angle, to try out if one move or another would change her voice. He loved every content sound she made. She clung to him, whimpering at the smallest hint of parting.
“Hey, hey, I’m just…”
“Hold me,” Tifa cut him off.
She felt bad for asking this, they were both relieving each other’s tension, but her skin barely held her together. This wasn’t some stranger sharing a meaningless night with her. She wasn’t drunk -well, she never got herself drunk around people- and Cloud neither. This was her Cloud, raw with need, his arms strong around her, his voice warm instead of cool. The Cloud who always looked out for her, always made sure to catch her if she missed a step, who allowed himself to relax when they were alone.
Her heart swelled, unknowing the mess she’d unravelled with her small plea. He kissed her right shoulder, the hollow of her neck, relishing her moaned chuckles as she was tickled by his wild hair. When he pulled back, it was to stay close, kissing her senseless, tasting her fire.
Her hair was spilling all over the one pillow on the mattress, her eyes the darkest red, demanding for more, more, more.
Her hips buckled, legs closing around his waist.
“Cloud, please don’t… don’t stop.”
He shook his head at her, his breath a race and a pulse, his entire body awake with nothing but her. He wouldn’t stop. He never wanted to pull away. He pumped into her, growing rougher with his own impatience, with the sense of urgency coming with the nearing release. His thrusts had no order and her own body felt out of control. She clenched over him, pushing him well over the final edge, their voice mingling, one breathy sigh and half a dozen moans.
She felt weak now, holding to him with whatever strength she had left. For the first few heartbeats following, he laid his weight on her, almost fully.
“Stay Cloud. Just a little longer.”
He exhaled a shaky breath, squeezing her close, their cheeks brushing. He was even more open now, but he’d give her anything she’d ask. Her fingers drew circles on his scalp, Cloud feeling ready to purr. He gingerly pulled out, his eyes catching hers.
“You’re going to ruin me…” he teased.
Like there’s anything left to ruin.
“Those are my words! You better not think I’m passing up on a second round.”
His smile turned smug, but only until they shared another kiss, lazy and slow now.
“I’m going to need a little bit,” he admitted.
He rolled off her, Tifa instinctively snuggling to his side. They both felt exhausted, but in such a good way for the first time in weeks. Cleaning up as quickly as possible, Cloud was glad to just hold her close, his heart a growing whirlwind. As she shifted to adjust and let out a new moan, he cocked an eyebrow at her.
“You’re really okay?”
“Just a bit sore, don’t panic, I’m feeling great.”
“Good. You’re worth the best of me.”
It was the endorphin mixing with the mako in his blood, or the fact his blood hadn’t reached his brain yet, he couldn’t be this mellow.
“Please, don’t take it back!”
She hid herself in his arms, holding so tight, her body shivering.
“Not taking it back,” he promised her, his throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “Tifa…”
“I feel like I’m so clingy. If you don’t tell me what you really need of me, I can’t be…”
They needed boundaries. They’d always respected them in the past. But no boundaries between their bodies was more magical than the materias stuck in his sword.
“Tifa, this isn’t… I need you safe, that’s not going to change.”
She had questions for him, questions for herself, but they were both scared. His body tensed as his senses were overwhelmed with a violent vision, Tifa ripped from him, flames invading his sight, smoke in his nose, shots fired across his ears. He blinked, hard. Almost saw the face of the guy talking to him as they sat in a yellow truck. Sensed walls of glass as he reached forward, his lungs filled with green water, his mind seizing.
Snapped back to the present, trembling like a leaf, he shook off the bad taste of the episode, meeting Tifa’s worried eyes.
One of her hands was on his chest, resting atop the scar.
He could see Sephiroth’s sword as he blinked, cold sweat rolling down his neck, his hands blindly reaching for her.
“Cloud, are you with me?”
“I’m sorry. I’m here, this…”
“Can you please not pretend this was nothing?”
Her distress was so clear, it was just as painful as his growing headache.
“Tifa, I’m… First promise not to tell the others or to panic?”
The fact he flinched made her heart clench. He swallowed, holding her so carefully now.
“It comes and goes, it has to be because of the mako they injected me with.”
He wouldn’t mention degradation. He couldn’t. From the look on her face, he didn’t have to.
“Can anything be done to…?”
He shook his head, silently thanking her for not pulling away. He felt so wrong. So, so wrong. Her eyes stared at his for a long while, then falling down to the scar she’d covered without thinking.
His heart did a flip. She was too good for him.
“We can have each other’s backs?”
“And backside too, apparently.”
Laughing was refreshing after all the tension. He knew she wasn’t fully reassured, but a kiss to the corner of her lips and a dozen more on her mouth was the best he could give her for now.
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There you go sexual tension. I hope to see you again soon for these two!
