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Cloud had figured on getting home late when he snuck out, and adjusted his expectations accordingly. A day-long scene with Tseng was unexpected, though not unwelcome (it was a bit of a surprise to have to break into his garage at 17:19 to sneak in as a consequence). On first glance, the garage appeared to be empty. He couldn’t hear or smell anything over the racket outside, and the noise inside the bar. Quietly, Cloud crept to the corner where he'd hidden his everyday clothing the night before and damn near jumped out of his skin to find Barret sitting with his arms folded over his chest. The older man looked irritated, but not yet angry.

Then again, Barret was still taking in his appearance with a keen eye that saw more than Cloud wanted it to see in the dim light of the garage. Like the marks Tseng had left on his neck that hadn't fully faded. Or the fact that he was limping a little. Thank god he'd showered and let them wash his clothes.

"Rough night?" Barret asked in a low growl. He sounded a little more pissed off than he looked.

“I’m all right," Cloud evaded. How the hell was he supposed to go for his clothes stash and change without Barret finding it?

Barret didn't believe him; Cloud found the obvious skepticism irritating. He’d been putting in a lot of effort to be honest about his physical and mental state with his friends. Having it called into question by the guy he liked was unhelpful.

The older man scoffed at him. "Nah. Don't try that shit. Ain't nobody who sneaks out in club wear and comes home at dinner time the next day who’s ‘all right.’”

"Really," Cloud said. He softened his voice and tried to sound more reassuring. "I'm fine. Just went out to see to my needs.”

Barret must have already suspected or heard something, Cloud figured, because his expression darkened. "Is that what you call getting a public handjob from Reno?”

Even as he tensed Cloud couldn’t help but thank fuck it was just that. If Barret was this angry about Reno, Cloud hated to imagine how Barret would react to the other things he'd done last night. And today. Honestly, Barret was lucky Cloud hadn't been sent home cock drunk and dripping cum from all four men.

“Who told you that?” Cloud asked. It was more of a struggle than he liked to keep his face and tone neutral.

"There was a WRO operation there last night," Barret's voice was quiet and dangerous, exactly the tone Cloud imagined when he was jacking off. "Plenty of people we know saw. Vincent and Yuffie are the ones what brought it up when you still weren't home for lunch.”

Cloud stared at him. Yuffie had seen Reno licking Cloud's pre off his own neck? He turned bright red.

"They lost you in the crowd, but I'm guessing that's who you been with?”

Barret was angry now. His words came out in a snarl. For someone who had never looked at him that way, Barret sure looked jealous.

"None of your business," Cloud answered curtly. He wouldn't be telling any of his friends where he'd been all night.

"Oh, the hell it ain't!" Barret snapped at him. "If you’re bringing these people around Denzel and Marlene – “

He’d never! Cloud was sure his glare was fierce. "The hell, Barret?" he hissed. "You really think I'd endanger the kids for a hookup? I haven't brought any of them home!”

“Any? How many have you had?"

"Enough," Cloud answered with finality. "You're not my dad and you're not fucking me. You don't get to interrogate me about my sex life. Get out so I can change."

Barret stared at him for long enough Cloud thought he was going to refuse. When the door shut behind him Cloud breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. Changing his clothes was as automatic as changing the hiding spot for his club wear. Hell, he decided, it would be safest to move the stash of condoms and lube too. Maybe he could rent one of those lockers close to downtown. Moving out wasn't really practical with a preteen, and Tifa would be pissed if he took Denzel. Marlene would be disappointed.

Fuck. He had no idea what Barret would think.

Didn't matter. He needed to message Reno now that he was changed and chugging a potion to rid himself of hickeys. It was only fair to inform them the WRO might have compromising information.

And then he left. Was it cowardly to go for a walk instead of going to dinner and a potential intervention? Sure. But maybe he'd get lucky and Sephiroth would attack while he was wandering around unarmed and murder him. When it hadn't happened after he'd grabbed dinner from a nearby diner and walked himself out of town, Cloud collapsed onto the ground with a dramatic sigh.

"The one time I'm willing to let you murder me, and you don't show up," Cloud muttered viciously. "You're such a prick." A gust of wind at his back and the scent of flowers made him wonder if Aerith was laughing at him. He saw her less, and felt her presence more, these days. "Seriously, Aerith, let him do it. I can't ever look at Yuffie or Vincent again."

Even if Sephiroth mocked him for it, he'd at least kill him.

Cloud didn't get lucky. Eventually, it grew cold enough that he had to head back. The bar was closed when he crept in. Someone was washing glasses still, but if he was very quiet he could make it to his room and the shower without being caught. It was his dumb luck Vincent was exiting the bathroom as he came up the steps. Vincent sniffed once, and shook his head in disapproval.

"Shower again, and clean more thoroughly. We don't need Nanaki asking why you reek of those four men," Vincent quietly instructed him. “I will bring you clean clothing."

Great. Cloud nodded and silently moved to obey. No one he regularly lived with needed to know what he'd done. That was between him, them, Vincent's nose, and the poor abused door of the shower stall as he jacked off to the memory of Rufus's pretty face, fucked out and kissed bruised lips wrapped tightly around Reno's dick while Tseng and Rude gave Cloud the pounding he'd been aching for.

Vincent didn't bring him clothes until he'd shut off the water and stepped out. This late at night even the ex-Turk was in sleepwear: black silk pajama bottoms Cid bought for him when they'd stayed overnight in Icicle before heading further north after the asshole who refused to murder him earlier tonight, and a gray t-shirt with a neon red tonberry holding a pickle on it that said, “PRECISE DWARF BRAVERY.”

Cloud stared at the shirt. The cartoon tonberry's dead eyes stared at his shampoo. The googly eyes on the pickle stared at him. “What – ?”

"Yuffie," Vincent explained as Cloud accepted the clothes. That didn't explain why he was wearing it.

"Right," Cloud decided not to question it. He was raising kids and learning when to pick his clothing-related battles.

Vincent nodded as though everything was explained and left Cloud to dry off and put pajamas on. The much older man had found Cloud's favorite everything, including a soft black t-shirt the kids had bought him for his last birthday that said, "Hi Hungry, I'm Dad." Shaving could wait for the morning.

Cloud hung up his towel, clicked off the light and the fan and intended to go to bed. Really, he had. But Vincent was a stealthy asshole and if he and Cid decided someone was going to be parented, there was no escape for them. The two of them had met, and taken over about eighty percent of parenting the group from Barret the instant they’d made eye contact. The hand gripping his shoulder in a death grip steered him to the guest room Cid and Vincent usually used when they were in town.

"All underaged family members are asleep," Vincent announced as he closed the door behind him. “Sit.”

Cloud obeyed, mostly to get whatever lecture about where he stuck his dick over and done with.

“Helluva lot of people saw you with Reno last night," Cid finally began when it became clear Vincent wasn't going to speak. "Now, I don't personally care who you get friendly with, so long as you're being careful, but, uh, Reeve and Yuffie each had a lot to say about it, and Veld's mad enough to chew up nails and spit out a barbed wire fence.”

That old guy who kept giving Cloud sad looks when he thought Cloud wasn’t looking? "What? What's Veld have to do with it?"

"My former partner was the department head before Tseng," Vincent offered from where he leaned against the wall by the door. Could that man not even relax for a lecture? "He trained all four of the men you were with last night."

Oh. "He saw?"

“Kid,” Cid said gently, “The only friends of ours who didn't see were Tifa, Barret, Nanaki, Reeve, and the kids. Everyone else saw Reno jacking you off and licking something off your neck.”

Cloud groaned. He couldn't show his face around here anymore for the sake of the kids. "Who knows?"

Vincent's expression was annoyingly blank when he answered. "Everyone but the kids and Nanaki. There is some additional information."

He was fucked. A quiet sigh escaped him as he tried to process that both Cid and Vincent knew he'd had group sex, and that all his friends now knew he'd had sex with Reno at least once. The hell was he supposed to say to any of this? ‘Thanks for letting me know I can never show my face in Edge again?’ ‘What time is my intervention scheduled?’ Nothing sounded both grateful and miserable enough.

'It's not too late for you to murder me and totally get away with it,' Cloud thought at Sephiroth. ‘Kill one Cloud, get the planet for free.’

“What exactly is this 'additional information' you two have?” Cloud hated how weak and weary his voice sounded.

"Didn't know you were into topping," Cid eventually admitted. There was a slight flush on his cheeks. "I had you pegged as a bottom. I'm the only one what saw the whole thing. The footage has been destroyed and I told Reeve no one was in that room.”

Cloud must have turned white because Cid shifted to crouch in front of him. "Hey, it's okay," he assured Cloud. "I've looped Tseng in on this. They won't be going back there."

"Did anyone see me leave with them?” Desperate to hear a no, his eyes sought Vincent's.

"Not as far as we're aware,” he answered. "But Cloud, you must be far more careful where you find your partners. Surely you can keep better company."

What was he supposed to say to that? Nothing came to mind, so he nodded instead.

"Good," Cid said. A sturdy hand clapped Cloud on the thigh as the engineer stood up. "We won't keep you all night. Go on and get some shuteye. The kids missed you, and you know they’ll take that out on you by climbing you all day.”

‘At least someone would get to climb something around here,’ Cloud thought but did not say. Either they’d scold him, or he’d have to deal with some dumb innuendo from Cid about climbing Vincent like a tree once he was out of the room.

“Okay,” Cloud agreed. "Good night."

His room was blessedly free of people. Cloud chucked his dirty clothes in the hamper, threw his t-shirt on the foot of the bed, plugged his phone in to charge, and sat down on his bed to go through the messages he'd been ignoring all day. There was Reno thanking him, Tseng’s attempt to warn him, several worried and annoyed messages from Tifa and Barret asking where he was, and a stern-sounding message from Reeve stating they needed to discuss his business's contract with the WRO. Out of all of them, that last one made him feel the worst. The WRO was his largest client, his bread and butter, and the money he made off them paid for Denzel’s and Marlene’s private school tuition. Losing them because the WRO couldn't respect the rules of a sex club atmosphere would suck.

He messaged Reeve back first asking to talk tomorrow because he was wiped. Tifa got a quick text to apologize for worrying her, and let her know he was home safe, had survived two lectures already, and was going to sleep.

Ten minutes after he'd turned off the light and gotten comfortable some asshole knocked on his door.

Really, Sephiroth was welcome to murder him any fucking time.

Cloud dragged himself out of bed because it could be one of the kids. Annoyed, tired, sick of being lectured, he opened the door, and then closed it again and stalked back to bed. On the other side of the door, Barret snorted. With his back turned to it, he heard the click of the knob turning, then the sound of the door quietly closing and the gentle click of the lock. Heavy footsteps muffled by dark green slippers topped with shimmering green poms crossed the floor to Cloud's bed – a gift from the kids for Barret last Solstice. The edge of the mattress sank with a soft creak as the larger man sat down on the edge against Cloud's bare stomach. His lack of shirt was distracting, so Cloud looked away.

"I came to apologize,” Barret's voice was quiet. "I shouldn't have accused you of endangering the kids. I know you would never do that."

A soft sigh escaped him. Because he could, Cloud pressed a little into the warmth at his front. "Why did you?"

It took Barret a long moment to answer him. "I suppose I was jealous and acting out. I know it was childish. Even Marlene doesn't throw fits anymore. I shouldn't have made it a confrontation; you deserve better," he eventually admitted. He cast his beautiful brown eyes down at the mattress for a moment before looking up at him. Cloud's breath caught in his chest as their eyes met. Fuck, but that always took his breath away.

Barret slid his flesh hand up Cloud's arm, then over his shoulder to cup Cloud's cheek. It was like having a bear paw cup his face. His massive fingers were nearly as thick as Cloud's cock; he needed it. "You were out fucking a Turk, of all people. I couldn't stop thinking about what else you got up to last night, wondering who you were with, or who else was touching you."

"Barret," Cloud murmured. He sat up against the headboard so he could see the other man. "You won't like the answers to any of those questions, so why are you torturing yourself with them?"

"I don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, Cloud," Barret answered. He looked genuinely distraught as he voice turned soft and pleading. "Tell me the rumors are wrong and nothing else happened."

That was the one thing he couldn't – "Wait, what rumors?" he asked. Vincent hadn't mentioned any.

Barret rubbed his flesh hand over the back of his neck. "Well, it came from Johnny, and Kyrie and I told him to keep his damn mouth shut. But he said you left with the Turks and Rufus, and you were all over each other."

Johnny was an idiot, and soon he'd be a dead one. Cloud took a deep breath. "And this is why you're jealous?"

“Yeah. Maybe it's dumb to listen to Johnny, but the idea of it got under my skin."

Cloud spent maybe two seconds considering his options before choosing, 'fuck it,’ and going for it. Maybe Barret would save Sephiroth the trouble of taking him out. "We clearly need to have a conversation," Cloud began hesitantly, “but you can't yell at me or wake up the kids. No name calling."

"You gotta be honest with both of us," Barret retorted, "and you need to tell me if you need space or a minute to process instead of up and leaving."

"Same rules for you: no taking off. You aren't going to like what you hear.”

Barret nodded, and they shook on it. Their hands didn’t separate.

Cloud took a deep breath. “I don't want any more of this getting out than already has. Normally, everything at that club is very private. No one knows me or would care I was me if they did. I specifically picked it because most of the clientele are too young to have kids the same age as ours, and everyone is discreet.”

"You were trying to be secretive." Barret was studying him as though he wasn’t sure that was a good thing. Cloud nodded. He’d had his reasons; listing one for Barret wouldn’t hurt him.

“Yeah. I didn't want to risk banging one of the kids' friends' dads or something.” School events were awkward enough for Cloud as it was, given he looked a bit younger than his age and more than one parent had gone to the tabloids about the two kids the planet’s savior allegedly had as a young teen. Cloud shook his head. “But I ran into Reno there a while back and he irritated me until I fucked him into knocking it off. We hooked up there a few times, so he came right to me when he saw me last night looking into the crowd on the floor like a landed fish."

Barret leaned toward him a little more, hand sliding over Cloud's on the mattress. "What caught your eye?"

Here's where he probably lost Barret forever, but he'd promised honesty. "Rufus Shinra dancing like a professional slum rat and grinding with Rude. They were all over each other and it was definitely pornographic. I've been there loads of times, seen a lot of sex on the dance floor and the back rooms, but I’ve never seen a display quite like that." Cloud looked down at his lap and his hands folded loosely in it. If Barret was going to be disappointed in his next admission he didn't want to see it. "It affected me. That's when Reno found me."

"He make you watch?" Barret's voice was soft, but it didn’t hold any of that quiet, dangerous, frightening anger. When Cloud chanced a glance at his face the older man looked invested in his retelling of events.

"It wasn't a hardship," Cloud pointed out. “Rufus was making eye contact with me, watching Reno stroke me off and lick my precum off my neck while Rude stroked Rufus’s cock in the middle of that crowd. No one could see anything explicit, but it was obvious what was happening." Reliving it was enough to get his blood moving lower again. "Reno eventually admitted he'd been sent with an offer to join them in a VIP room for a scene. Rude is apparently Rufus's dom."

Barret's hand was hot on his thigh and those gorgeous brown eyes were like a brand on his face. "That so?"

"I was surprised, but I figured I'd never get another chance to metaphorically fuck the company that ruined my life, so I said yes." Cloud looked up at Barret through his lashes. "Should I keep going?"

Barret's breath was coming fast and shallow, he was captivated by the thought. "Don't you stop."

After letting out a shaky breath Cloud continued. “Rude and Rufus ended up detouring to the toilets so Rufus could be spanked for misbehaving, so Reno and I made out until they showed up. Rufus's ass was bright red, and he was being such a brat so Rude would keep hitting him.”

Cloud squirmed a little thinking about it. “The sounds he made, Barret,” he exhaled. It was suddenly essential to close his eyes for a few seconds to remember said sounds. When Cloud opened his eyes to look back at the older man, it was hard to keep from biting his bottom lip. Barret’s gaze was intense. “Fuck, it’s like he was drunk off of it. Rude must have hit him hard about fifty times just in front of us, and Rufus was still a disobedient little shit. Made me wonder what it would be like if you took me over your knee and paddled my ass like that. Y’know, good and hard, so I behave for you. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

There was a soft moan from Barret that Cloud decided to take as encouragement to continue. "Rude let me touch, so I scratched my nails over his ass.” Cloud closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. He slid a hand over the one Barret had on his thigh. “Fuck, Barret, the sound Rufus made was so pretty, so eager. Rude offered him up to me; I wanted to get him cock drunk and desperate. I think that's when I decided I wanted to see him cry."

“Fuck,” Barret gasped. His cock was starting to tent his pants. "How'd you do it?"

"I let Reno suck me hard and forced Rufus to watch. Didn't let anybody fuck him, but had them cum inside him. I made Rufus watch me suck his Turks off until they were ready to blow, and after all three of them had used him as a cum dump I used their cum as lube and gave it to him rough. I didn't let him cum until he was crying and begging. I kept fucking him into the mess he made until I was done using him."

"Holy shit," Barret whispered. There was some kind of reverence to his tone, under the husky sound of him try to work his mouth while worked up and hard.

Cloud’s hand slid over Barret's bicep. He was greedy for skin. "I did go home with them. I really liked sucking Rude off and badly wanted pounded by something thick since I couldn’t have you. It took having him and Tseng together inside me to feel full enough to get off again.”

Barret was barely breathing after that admission. “Rude’s dick is nice; thick, veiny, but I’ve seen yours before. Had a good idea in my head how it'd feel to be split open on your cock and I couldn’t quit thinking about it, so Tseng got his dick in there too.” Cloud traced a hand over the inside of Barret’s thigh. “I stayed over. Tseng offered to let me try rope bondage this morning. It was cool but I don't have the patience for it. They fed me and washed my clothes. We talked shop. It's not necessarily something I'd do again, but I had fun."

Barret took a deep breath and clenched his hands slightly, like he was trying to resist grabbing Cloud. “Okay. Not a situation you're looking to repeat?"

"I wouldn't say no if they offered again at a convenient time, such as still being single, not a night I’m working here or on deliveries, and Tifa doesn’t have the kids to worry about,” Cloud answered honestly, "but group sex isn't something I'm ever out looking for. I just want to suck cock, cum, and come home."

"What if you didn't have to leave home to get off?" Barret asked, leaning closer. His hand creeped higher, up to sit on Cloud’s hip. "Suppose you had a thick dick waiting for you right here. Ain’t no need for you to be single when you got someone right here who wants to make you happy."

It was exactly what he wanted, but, "How would it work? We’re barely ever home together."

Barret's hand was as warm as it was big. "I'll take Reeve up on his offer for a job here in Edge. They're looking for someone to coordinate contracts related to clean energy and he's been hounding me about it for a week now. Pays more too.”

"You're going to take an NPO job to make sure nobody else is railing me but you?" Cloud asked to make sure he'd heard that right.

"You're goddamn right,” Barret said in a quietly insistent voice. "What you told me was hot, but I'd prefer that didn't happen again."

Cloud shifted to lean closer to Barret. “‘s all right. It wasn't fair to Rude or Tseng anyway. I kept thinking about how much I wanted it to be you dicking me down." He moved so he was kneeling on the bed next to Barret. The older man turned to face him more completely, bringing his deliciously thick leg further onto the bed and spreading his muscled thighs a little wider. It stretched the front of his pajama bottoms tightly over his already obvious erection.

Barret rested his hand back on Cloud's hip to steady him when he wobbled a little. It was easy to get distracted from keeping his balance when he was eying Barret’s dick. "The whole time I was with four other people, four gorgeous men, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I want you,” he admitted more clearly when he looked up into those beautiful brown eyes that haunted all his fantasies lately.

There was naked want on Barret's face now, his desire for Cloud as clear as day. "Let me show you what I'm feeling for you, Cloud.” Barret's forehead pressed against his own. "Let me give you a proper dicking down, treat you right."  

“You’ll give it to me better than anybody else?” Cloud asked quietly. His hands slid down Barret’s bare shoulders. “Start off slow and passionate and then fuck me harder than anybody I’ve ever had?”

The prosthetic hand was on Cloud’s ass now, giving it a good squeeze. “That what you want, Princess? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t even think of another dick? You want me to give it to you so good you’ll be unsatisfied if you try fucking around on me?”

He whimpered, though he’d deny it ‘til the day he died. “I won’t fuck around if it’s you giving it to me if that’s what you want. Unless you specifically tell me you want me coming home to you desperate for it with someone else’s cum dripping out of me?” If Barret wanted him to ‘hot wife’ or whatever, Cloud could do that.

Barret growled – actually growled – and the sound make Cloud’s dick twitch. “Nah. I put my dick in you, your ass belongs to me. Only me. I’m the only one getting off with you. Can we agree on that?”

“Yeah,” Cloud shakily exhaled. “I don’t actually want anybody else. I want you to fuck your claim into me and mark your place with your cum.”

That got a moan out of the older man. Barret was trembling beneath his touches, growing more desperate as they talked out their terms. “I’ll let you pick which hole you want to claim first,” Cloud offered. “But I’ve been dying to suck you off for years.”

“I don’t think I’ve got two in me tonight. Why don’t we save that pretty mouth for the morning?”

“Okay,” Cloud agreed, and inched closer to Barret on the mattress. “You promise you’ll fuck my mouth in the morning?”

The hand on his hip slid up to tangle in his hair and pull him into a filthy kiss. Cloud parted his lips immediately, eager to submit to Barret and find out exactly what he had in mind for Cloud. His tongue pressed into Cloud’s mouth to glide over his own. There was no fight for dominance; Cloud knew exactly who was in charge right now and he was more than okay with it not being him.

“Fuck,” Barret panted when he pulled away for air, “you can’t just say things like that, baby boy.”

“Well, not if you won’t promise to breed my throat,” Cloud teased him. “It’ll only lead to disappointment if you don’t agree.”

He found himself looking up at the ceiling the next moment, and then into the most beautiful brown eyes he’d ever seen. “I promise I’ll breed your throat in the morning, sunshine,” Barret said seriously. “Especially if you take your bottoms off for me.”

That was something he was happy to do. Cloud banished them to the floor so Barret could look his fill. “Damn,” he reverently murmured. “Where do I even want to start?”

Big hands, one warm flesh and the other cool metal, slid from his hips down his thighs to his knees before following the path back up and to his chest to play with his pecs. Cloud shivered at the contrasting touch. Damn, but that was hot. “You could take your pants off,” Cloud suggested. “Let me see what’s going inside me tonight.”

Barret had to close his eyes and take a deep breath before he was able to stand up and tug off his sweatpants. “Thought for a second I was going to blow the moment air hit me,” he confessed as he let Cloud look his fill.

Barret’s entire body was gorgeous; Cloud already knew that from sharing rooms while traveling. It was just that he’d never seen Barret’s dick properly hard before. A half-chub in the morning wasn’t unusual for them on the road together, but it wasn’t like this. Maybe it was the context. Maybe it was that Barret’s cock was hard as a rock and Cloud was dying to climb him. He sat up and reached a hand out for it, needing to touch the pretty thing.

“Think you could survive getting a little head before you take me?” Cloud asked. He looked up at Barret from the bed as his fingers lightly stroked over the tip of his penis.

“I will cum the second it’s in your mouth, and it’ll be lights out for me,” Barret admitted. His flesh hand ran through Cloud’s hair and gave it a little tug. “I want to eat that ass.”

Cloud turned bright red – probably – and turned his head away. He’d done it to others before, but no one had ever done that for him. “Okay,” he agreed, albeit a little shyly.

“Just need lube before I get settled so we don’t have to move to get it again.”

That was quick enough to fish out of his nightstand drawer and pass to Barret. “How do you want me?”

“Hands and knees, Princess,” Barret ordered him. “Might have to shove your face in the pillow once I really get going.”

Cloud obeyed, resting his head on his pillow and getting his ass up nice and high for Barret. “Like this?”

“Yeah, baby, that’s real good.” The older man got comfortable behind him, and two hands, one warm, one cool, touched his cheeks to spread them. “Is it true SOLDIERs can have multiple orgasms?” One thumb stroked over his hole.

“Dunno about all SOLDIERs, but I can. Why?”

Barret’s lips pressed to his right cheek. The brush of his beard felt tender and intimate: totally out of place before rimming. Cloud felt strangely warmed by it. “Then don’t hold back. I want you to finish as many times as you can, sweetheart. I want to see you covered in your own spend and begging me to finish in you.”

Cloud nodded. He had no idea what to say to that. The best response he could come up with was pressing back into Barret’s hands.

“Good boy. Let me get you ready to take my cock.”

The first swipe of his tongue over Cloud’s entrance made him gasp. He had no idea it would feel that good on the outside. Barret did it again; he lapped gently around the outside like he was eating cunt, and stopped to kiss it often. It left him clenching tightly around nothing inside him. Fuck, he wanted it badly, but he didn’t want Barret to stop doing that either.

Barret took the hint when Cloud wiggled back against his tongue and gently pushed it in. That was –

Oh, Cloud felt like he was going to die from bliss! The feeling of hot-wet continued forward, pushing inside him to taste where no tongue had been before. It was almost better than cock. Barret didn’t waste any time getting Cloud ready either. He fucked Cloud with it, pulled out to leave a wet, sucking kiss on his hole, and shoved his tongue back in again with a greedy moan. Cloud desperately clutched the pillow to his mouth.

He’d never been a loud person, especially in bed, but this was bringing out his inner noisemaker. He whined and pushed back gently against Barret, desperate both to be filled, and to feel Barret’s strength preventing him from moving.

When two slick fingers, nice and thick, joined the party, that was it for Cloud. He muffled his cry into the pillow as he came clenching around Barret’s fingers and tongue. And still, Barret didn’t stop.

Cloud moaned, then found his head shoved into the pillow when Barret found his prostate and began rubbing it. The sensation heightened well into oversensitivity before it plateaued to something tolerable. He wanted that dick in him.

“Please,” he panted, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Barret. “I need your cock in me.”

Barret straightened up to press kisses up the length of Cloud’s spine. “Is that so, baby boy?” His fingers were unrelenting as they worked Cloud up to go again.

Baby boy, huh? Cloud considered his words and decided to try again with something else. He was pretty sure it would be safe, since the kids both called Barret “Papa” (when Denzel wasn’t just using first names). “Yeah,” he panted, eyes closing as Barret found the sensitive spot near the nape of his neck. “I want to feel your daddy dick in me.”

There was a groan behind him, pressed into his right shoulder blade, at his words. “You wanna run that by me again?” he asked, voice low, husky, and hungry with want.

“Daddy, please,” Cloud gasped. The fingers were gone almost immediately. He heard Barret uncap the lube, felt him drizzle it into him, cold and slick, and then the bottle was recapped, and the head was pushing into him. Cloud had to muffle his groan into the pillow. Fuck, but the burning stretch of it felt good in him.

Unfortunately for him, Barret pulled out just a little to add more lube, making Cloud whine for it. “Shh, baby boy,” Barret murmured to him. “Gonna get you taken care of just fine. Take a deep breath for me and let it out real slow.”

Cloud forced his muscles to relax, and took in a deep breath. As he let it out over a mental ten-count, Barret pushed into him with his massive cock, filling him to the brim. “Oh, Odin,” he exhaled. Barret felt better than Tseng and Rude moving together inside him had, and Barret wasn’t done. When he was fully seated inside Cloud he picked the blonde up by his chest and tugged him upright, so they were back to chest. Strong arms wrapped around him to better caress him. All that mattered to him was that Barret went deeper.

Another orgasm hit without warning, causing ejaculate to shoot up all over his chest and thighs, and Barret’s powerful arms. “Good boy,” Barret praised him; it was something that made him shiver. His flesh hand rubbed the cum into Cloud’s skin where it landed. Teeth found his neck; Cloud tilted his head so Barret could do what he wanted with the skin there.

“Do you want to cum a third time, Princess?” Barret asked him.

“As long as you’re fucking me, I don’t care if I cum,” Cloud responded. Barret was still behind him, holding him close but no longer kissing over his neck.

“Well, I care. And I want to see you in absolute ecstasy because of my cock when I breed your ass,” Barret declared. “Ride me,” he insisted. “Get us both off like the good boy I know you can be.”

His legs were shaking and his body trembling, but Cloud still found the strength within himself to move. He went for hard, slow thrusts that really let him feel it, but let them both appreciate this first time. When his right nipple was pinched, Cloud pressed into it.

“Do that again!” he demanded, and lifted his right arm to hold Barret to that spot on his shoulder that made him weak and got his dick dripping.

“Is that how you ask for what you want, Princess?” Barret panted into his ear. The hand moved to his hip.

Cloud blushed and lowered his head. “Sorry, daddy?”

Teeth nipped into his shoulder. “Ask nicely, baby boy. I know you wanna be a good boy for me, dontcha?”

“Yes, daddy,” Cloud picked up the pace slightly. “Please play with my nipples?”

The rumble in Barret’s chest was pleased. “Very good boy,” he breathed against Cloud’s neck. The hand returned to nipples.

Barret’s praise went right to his head, making him float even higher than he could remember being in his entire life. The sensation of Barret’s fingers pinching and pulling at his nipples went right to his cock and added to the pool of sensation welling up in his stomach and his balls. In this position there was no chance of Barret’s dick missing his prostate. Every time Cloud moved, Barret’s cock slid over it, sending a torrent of sensation through him.

His third orgasm still managed to hit without warning. Cloud got his fist in his mouth in time to muffle his shout of what would have been Barret’s name, but that was about all he managed on his own. Barret clamped a hand over his mouth to help while Cloud ground desperately down against his dick, trembling and desperate in his pleasure.

To his delight, he didn’t get time to recover from the third before Barret moved him. He found himself on his back, looking up at Barret as he slicked his cock again before sliding back into Cloud. It hurt. It felt good. Cloud’s cock hadn’t even started to flag and was still drooling non-stop, a mix of precum and the last of the jizz from his third release. Barret rubbed it into Cloud’s skin with his flesh hand and looked down at him like he’d hung the moon and the stars.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Barret reverently breathed into his ear once he’d gotten settled back inside Cloud and curled down over him. Teeth nipped at his earlobe, then Barret kissed his way back to Cloud’s lips. It was unhurried, but in no way lacking in passion. “I’m gonna spend every night taking you apart like this, Princess.”

“Barret,” Cloud exhaled, and ran his fingertips through his short hair. Nothing had ever sounded better.

Barret’s hips started moving, slow, hard strokes that really let Cloud feel him. “We’re gonna get the kids in bed at night, and I’m gonna bring you in here, beautiful, and make you feel like the goddamn gift from the Planet you are.”

Cloud kissed him again. His words were – not too much – but a lot. “Want it,” Cloud managed to get out between desperate little gasps. “Fuck, want you like this every day.” Every minute of every day.

“I know, Cloud,” Barret murmured to him. “You want me to breed you every day, sweet thing. Want me to pin you down and let you feel my strength while I do it too, so you know you can’t break me. I know you, Princess. I got you.”

“Barret,” Cloud half-moaned, half-sobbed. He wrapped himself around him, feeling validated, and exposed, and see-through. Barret had a habit of making him feel like a sheet of cellophane. Tonight, Cloud was more than okay with it if Barret could be the object to which he clung.

Thankfully, he finally stopped talking and put his back into his thrusts. The older man’s mouth covered Cloud’s to swallow down moans and pleas he seemed to know would be coming the moment he really started railing Cloud. Cloud felt like he was on the edge of breaking. Barret only needed to give him a good hard shove.

It came when he broke off their kiss to gasp into the air between them. “Gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna breed your ass and mark you all up inside like you want. That still okay?”

Cloud shivered around him. “Please!” he panted, and clenched his ass around Barret to make himself tighter. “Please, daddy, please breed me!”

Barret pressed their foreheads together as his dick twitched inside Cloud and he finally came. The sensation of it, the sight of Barret in ecstasy, pulled Cloud into a fifth orgasm he didn’t know he had in him. It made Barret tense around him, but his dick gave up another spurt of cum inside Cloud. Cloud sighed contentedly. That. That was much better.

This was exactly what he’d needed. Barret dozing a little on top of him, his huge cock slowly going soft inside Cloud, and Cloud’s body trying to figure out how to recover from five orgasms. A nap sounded great, he decided, and opted to give in to the urge to go to sleep.