
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/223138.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_VIII
  Relationship:
      Zell_Dincht/Squall_Leonhart
  Character:
      Zell_Dincht, Squall_Leonhart
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-07-12 Words: 698
****** 'Leather/Latex/Rubber' for Kink Bingo ******
by Miko
Summary
     Zell always did have a thing for gloves.
He never took his gloves off, no matter how far they went. Zell was never sure
if it was supposed to be a slap in the face, like 'you're not good enough for
me to want to touch you', or if it was just Squall's way of continuing to keep
his distance even when there was no distance between them at all.
Zell never told him the truth, because if he did he was afraid Squall would
stop wearing them - he found the touch of the gloves gliding over his skin
unbearably hot. The leather was just a little rough, and the seams would catch
ever so slightly on Zell's scars, tugging in a way that set all his nerves on
fire. The contrast between the intimate contact of Squall's tongue tracing his
tattoos and the impersonal touch of his covered fingers on Zell's cock drove
him wild.
Squall always made Zell work himself open so the gloves wouldn't be ruined, and
he would sit there and watch while Zell fucked himself with his own fingers. He
always had that same damned blank expression, but in the depths of his eyes
burned a fire hotter than Ifrit's flame. That made Zell slow down, take his
time and turn it into a show. Usually Squall stayed just out of reach while he
did it, and Zell was grateful because sometimes he thought just one touch from
Squall in those moments would surely send him right over the edge.
Funny thing, though, he never hesitated to get his gloves dirty any other way.
He'd wrap his hand around Zell's cock and pump in time with the thrusts of his
hips, and oh, fuck did it feel amazing as the slickness of lube and precome
eased the drag of the leather against his cock. Zell always gave warning before
he came, though sometimes it was no more than a strangled cry, but Squall never
pulled his hand away. He let Zell come all over his glove, kept stroking and
stroking until Zell thought his very soul might be pulled right out of him.
Then, after they'd both collapsed into the bedding, Squall would even drag his
fingers through the mess, painting echoes of Zell's tattoos lower on his body.
Sometimes he would bring his fingers to Zell's mouth and make him suck off the
semen; sometimes he did it himself, letting Zell watch as his eyes fluttered
closed and his tongue flicked out to wash the gloves clean. That was usually
enough to get Zell going again, and round two was even more intense.
It wasn't until the three of them were taking a quick bath in a river out in
the middle of nowhere one day that Zell finally discovered the truth. The girls
were standing watch on the other side of the bushes, and Zell, Squall and
Irvine were giving their clothes a quick scrub as well as their bodies. For
once Squall had taken the gloves off, leaving them draped over a branch while
he cleaned everything else.
"Fuck, Squall, don't you ever clean those gloves?" Irvine drawled. "Don't think
I've ever seen you wash 'em."
"If they get too bloody," Squall muttered. "I try not to."
"What, afraid you'll ruin the leather?" Irvine asked.
To Zell's surprise, Squall flicked a quick glance at him, then focused his gaze
firmly on the water. "I like the way they smell."
Stunned, Zell stood there in the middle of the river, staring at him. He felt
like he'd been hit by a bolt spell. Was that why Squall always wore the gloves?
To soak up Zell's scent?
That night when Squall came to him, long after the others were asleep, Zell was
waiting with a spare pair of his own gloves on and nothing else. Squall raised
an eyebrow at him and Zell flushed, but met his gaze defiantly. "You mind?" he
asked, flicking his fingers for emphasis.
To his intense delight, his answer was the tiny quirk of Squall's lips that
passed for a smile. Zell hardly ever got to see it, and at that, he thought he
might be the only one who ever did. "Not at all."
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