Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Theme: 30 Kisses #22 - Cradle
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: PG-15 (???)
Warnings: suggestions and hints to foreplay
Notes: Random scene, random drabble. I think the ending sucks so I apologize ahead of time. R&R please?
"What would happen if we ever had a child, eh?"
A vein twitched in Squall's forehead at the question, which he regrettably heard loud and clear despite pretending that he was still asleep.
"A-hah! Saw that, but seriously, what do you think would happen to us?"
Sometimes he wished his babbling boyfriend wouldn't talk as much as he did, especially on nights after they had wine, and not to mention that it was very good burgandy.
Zell knew better than to tousle his scarred beauty when he was trying to sleep, but sometimes he couldn't resist the temptation when he was buzzed. Poking at Squall's bare shoulders stick out from under their shared comforter, he grinned mischieviously when Squall opened an eyelid to glare at him.
"We're men, get over it. If you want a child, you can ask Irvine if we can adopt Selphie."
"Hey!!!" Zell wailed, but Squall rolled over onto his side so that he was facing the other direction. The blonde propped himself up, his elbow on his pillow, and snuggled into Squall's back so that his chin was snug against his lover's neck.
Arms encircled his chest, and fingers slowly made their way lower until the sleepy brunette started to writhe under the cushy comforter. Pleased with himself (and the alcohol they consumed earlier), Zell turned his head slightly to nibble Squall's ear at the same time he began to stroke his lover's semi-hard erection.
"Boy or girl?" he murmured in his ear. "I'd love to go cradle shopping with you."
Squall moaned at the way Zell drawled out the word 'love' in the last sentence. It made absolutely no sense to him at the moment, and he didn't even want to try.
"Because you know, if we don't get a cradle for them, they might want to sleep with us. And you know, that might get in the way of, you know..."
He could almost see the wide cheshire grin on Zell's face even in the dark with his eyes closed. Squall gave up on pretending to be asleep and tried to reply to his question, only to gasp loudly when the strong hand suddenly quickened its strokes on his hardened flesh.
"Want to, you know, right now, hm?"
"Yes," croaked Squall, who was too flustered to resist.
"Want to have my child now?" crooned the martial artist who could pull words out of his mouth faster than he could land a high-kick.
"That's obscene," his lover replied immediately, his voice hoarse from panting.
"But you know you want to," the blonde chirped and pressed himself hard against Squall's backside.
"Maybe," Squall whispered, readjusting himself so that he could return the favour Zell had been giving him already.
"Booya! I liked the light blue moogle pattern we saw at Galbadia yesterday, can we get light blue moogles on the cradle?"
It was such a ridiculous topic, and yet, Squall Leonhart didn't mind hearing it from Zell Dincht at all.