Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/180275.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XIII_Series
  Relationship:
      Hope/Snow
  Character:
      Hope_Estheim, Snow_Villiers, Lightning_(Final_Fantasy_XIII), Oerba_Yun
      Fang
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, mature_-_Freeform, Palumpolum
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-09 Words: 5692
****** Twist ******
by MilesAboveFantasy
Summary
     Response to prompt on Kink Meme:
      
     Snow/Hope! While the gang takes shelter in some abandoned/evacuated
     house and while everyone is asleep, Hope & Snow are awake and chit-
     chatting. Hope confesses his feelings and awkward advances (on both
     of their parts lol) eventually lead to steamy sex! :D
     Kinks--> Sensitive!Hope (especially sensitive around his neck &
     collarbone), Worried!Snow (on the behalf of Hope's virginity XD and
     because he's afraid that one of the others will walk in on them).
     Forbidden themes! You know...The whole "we probably shouldn't be
     doing this (for whatever reasons) but it feels right".
     It doesn't matter to me if someone walks in on them or not. Your
     choice. ^ ^ I suggest that if you do choose to do this, you should
     have some character come looking for them in the morning because it's
     time to head out. The poor new, forbidden couple is helplessly asleep
     in each others arms after the night's fun. ;) <3
Notes
     Thanks to jlbassmaster for betaing :D
     Originally posted in two parts.
     This is a mature Snow/Hope piece - be warned :)
See the end of the work for more notes
[After the assault on Hope's house, Rygdea couldn't pick them up immediately,
but instead directed them to a rendezvous point that they should go to early
the next morning]
=
Their haven was in sight, Hope knew, but they were under attack from a PSICOM
Marauder. This had all started an hour ago - when they had set off with the
goal of entering this building.
It was Lightning's idea. "We have to find somewhere to hide until the morning,
and fast now that PSICOM knows where we are," she had said while removing
clumped, sweat dowsed pinkish-blond hair from her face - she was sweaty and
still breathing heavily from the battle against the Havok Skytank, the PSICOM
shuttle that had nearly ravaged Hope's home. "Hope, are there any apartment
complexes we can rest in around here?"
The teen nodded in reply, currently checking the shirtless, muscular Snow for
any unknown injuries he may have sustained from the PSICOM attack. He signaled
for Fang to care for Snow as he approached Lightning. "I'll lead the way," he
said, wiping his own blond locks from his sweaty face as he searched the
woman's eyes for approval.
She nodded with a chuckle. "Lead the way," she commanded. "Fang, how's Snow?"
"He's fine," the raven-haired l'Cie said, grinning, still high from the thrill
of battle. "Let's get going," she said to Hope. "Show us what you've got!"
"Yeah, kid! Lead the way - I could use a nap," Snow said, sweaty muscles
shining in Palumpolum's artificial moonlight.
Hope smiled, pride filling his small body as he set off down the stairs that
led away from his home - and to their new and temporary sanctuary.
After an hour of skulking around the city, led by Hope, the l'Cie were almost
there - the apartment complex that they had chosen to hide in was across the
street; unfortunately, they were now under attack.
"Watch it, kid!" Snow roared, inserting himself in front of the teen as a
PSICOM Marauder attempted to skewer the boy on his lance. The blond man raised
his arms, his l'Cie magic reflected the blow - then his palm exploded with
magical ice and the PSICOM soldier was encased in the frozen liquid. The ice
shattered as the two female l'Cie attacked, quickly killing the man that was
shielded within the heavy armor.
"You all right Hope?" Snow asked, turning around to find the boy on the
pavement, gripping his ankle - he had twisted it in the short scuffle as one of
the Marauder's Manadrive produced Ruinga spells had taken him by surprise. He
grimaced as his fingers traced the bump, lips pulled back in a hiss as his eye
brows rose under his bangs, and then his magic began pour into the damaged
ligament. "I'm all right," he mutterered just before the man began to lift him.
"Hang on tight," the muscly blond said, wounds less than healed but good
enough, as he placed the boy on his back. Hope felt storms of distaste rolling
within and he struggled for a moment before relenting, his fingers intertwining
in front of the man as he hooked his legs around the older male's waist. Why
fight? He wouldn't be able to walk on his damaged foot anyway, even if it were
for a short distance.
Lightning was there instantly, eyes glancing over Hope in worry as she checked
for even the slightest of injuries - she was satisfied to see that his ankle
was his only injury and she trusted him to take care of it. Fang arrived
shortly behind her and spoke. "Looks like the kid's all right - let's go. I'm
tired and the sooner we get to sleep, the sooner I can wake up to continue my
search for Vanille."
Lightning nodded, cautiously leading the rest of the trek to the apartment -
she kicked the door in violently as she aimed her weapon, sweeping the lobby
for anything that may harm them. Satisfied, she spoke. "Let's take the stairs."
It was unlikely that there was even electricity in the building to power the
lift. Regardless, they wouldn’t take it – if PSICOM caught the slightest amount
of electricity usage, they would only be lucky if the building were stormed by
a countless number of soldiers. At worst, the l'Cie wouldn't know what hit
them.
Lightning led the charge upstairs, her weapon ready as she spied down the
hallway of each floor; once satisfied, she would begin up the next stairway
with the others not far behind. After climbing a considerable number of levels
Lightning stopped, sure that no one would find them here.
“We’ll split into two rooms,” Lightning said; there was no question in her
voice.
“Of course,” Fang said. “Boys . . . this room,” she said, indicating the door
across the hall from the one that she was opening. “Light and I will stay here.
Don’t worry - you two need the rest. We’ll take care of the watch.
Snow nodded, knowing not to argue with either of the women, as he entered the
room, Hope not far behind, slowly falling now that Snow had let him walk on his
own. Hope gasped in surprise as he entered the bedroom – there was only one
bed. He hissed as Snow gripped his shoulders. “Don’t worry,” the man said.
“You’re a small guy – we’ll fit.”
That’s not the problem, Hope thought, his erection stiffening. But he couldn’t
let Snow catch on. He he let out a quiet sigh of despair while removing his
orange mini-jacket and his forest-green cargo pants; he was left in only his
black t-shirt and white underwear that were almost boxers. He quickly crawled
into bed and under the covers before the older man would have a chance to
notice his problem.
“Whoa? Kid? – I’m shocked you’re so willing to strip like that – that’s great
for a kid your age; usually, you’re so self-conscious that you hide your bodies
– not that you have anything to worry about!” Absolutely nothing, he thought as
he admired the boy’s body.
He shrugged of his coat and the undershirt he wore, then climbed into bed with
Hope, not risking even removing his pants – he would not be able to hide his
massive manhood and he couldn’t let the boy see that, especially if the younger
knew exactly why he was so aroused.
“Aren’t you going to take off your pants?” Hope asked, none of the hope that
was bursting within him spilling out. “You don’t need to be uncomfortable for
me. I’m fine with you not wearing pants – nothing will happen,” he said, hiding
his disappointment.
“Nah, kid – I’m fine. I always sleep like this,” he lied, then groaned as he
tried not to rub himself through his pants as the teen stretched out in front
of him, sighing as the tension of the last several days released itself into
the sheets.
Hope had to stop himself from frowning in disappointment – it was probably for
the best though. If the man had removed his clothes, it would have been an even
greater tease; it would do nothing more than make his urges to wrap his hands
and lips around the older man surge. He felt his heart begin to hop in his
throat and his stomach collapse as the older man climbed into bed next to him
and the bed shift under him – he gasped as Snow’s hand brushed against his bare
legs.
After laying there in uncomfortable silence for several minutes while trying to
decide whether to ignore the other or start a conversation, Hope spoke. “I
can’t sleep,” he murmured, even though his body ached beyond belief from stress
and bruises, his mind was too active to sleep.
“So, uh, what do you want to talk about,” Snow asked.
“I don’t know,” Hope replied – with how much they had gone through the last
several days, how could he think of anything but fear and hurt and the will to
survive.
After a moment of silence, Snow broke the silence. “Are you scared?” he asked.
It was a necessary question – he may be a doof, but even he was intelligent
enough to know that a kid needed to talk about this kind of stuff.
Hope took a moment to answer. To lie and seem brave or to tell the truth and
make things better was always a tough choice, but he stood nothing to gain in
the long run by lying. “Yeah – I’m scared. Are you?”
“Of course I’m scared kid – not for myself, but for Serah and Cocoon. I’m not
afraid of dying – I made that vow when I promised to protect Serah. What I’m
afraid of is dying - failing to protect Serah and Cocoon.”
Hope nodded slightly, knowing that Snow would accept that small head movement
as his reply. Hope wished he could be that brave – like Snow, Lightning or
Fang. They were all fighting for something greater than theirself. They were
all fighting to protect something.
“How do you do it?” Hope asked. “How do you care more about someone else than
yourself?”
Snow thought for a moment before speaking. “You do it by finding someone or
something that you care about – then you make the decision to protect it. Don’t
worry if it takes you a while to feel that way – I never thought I would feel
this way before meeting Serah. You’ll find that someone that you care about so
much one day that you would do anything for them.”
Hope glanced to Snow’s eyes before speaking. “Like Lightning – I want to
protect her like she’s protected me.”
Snow gave a laugh. “Yeah, like Lightning. She’s a good one; other than Serah,
I’ve never seen her care for or be cared for so much by someone; until you. You
know, if you were just a couple of years older . . .” Snow said with a nudge.
Hope gave a humored laugh. “Yeah – I wish. Maybe then I would fall in love
before I die.”
Snow froze, his arms lightly gripping the boy. “Don’t say that – don’t ever say
that! We’re going to find a way through this,” he whispered with confidence
into the boy’s ear.
Hope nodded. “But still – I would like to do things before I die.”
“What things?”
Hope froze a bit – those were not things they should speak of.
“Uhhh . . . Hope? What thing do you want to do before you die?”
He thought for a moment about the consequences before answering – even if
things turned out bad, he could scream loud enough so that Lightning or Fang
could save him before the man could strangle him to death. Maybe.
“Snow,” he began carefully. “I like you.”
"What?" Snow asked, his shock evident.
Hope was quick to explain. "I known, I know. You would never like a kid like
me, much less a guy."
"No, no, no!" Snow replied quickly. "That's not true - I think you're
beautiful," he said cautiously.
Hope's eyes widened and his heart began to hop in his chest. He was now in bed
with a man he likes that likes him back.
"I'm not a sicko or anything!" Snow said adamantly.
"I know," Hope whispered supportively, crawling closer to the man. "I know you
aren't a pervert - I want this too," he said shakily, his arm snaking around
the muscles of the older man.
"Want what?" Snow asked in surprise, eyebrows rising under his long bangs as he
snatched his arm from the boy.
Hope's eyes were sad as he pulled back in rejection. "I'm sorry," he murmered,
but Snow stopped him.
"Don't apologize," the man said with force, pulling the boy closer until they
were side by side. "It's okay - it's normal. You were just horny and wanting to
get some."
Hope glanced up to the man with happy eyes - he hadn't managed to scare the man
away! "Are you sure?" Hope asked, secretly placing the man's ungloved hand on
his bare leg.
 
Snow snatched it away quickly. "We can't," he said forcefully, trying to
convince even himself.
 
"Yes, we can," Hope said sweetly. "They can't hear," he continued, before
cautiously continuing in a whisper. "And what Serah doesn't know won't hurt
her," he choked out.
 
Snow's heart was beating wildly at the implications - he could make love to
this beautiful, willing creature and nobody would ever know. It would be as if
it didn't happen. He could touch and kiss and fuck the boy wild and no one
would ever know - the teen would keep it quiet.
 
But he couldn't - he couldn't shatter the teen's innocence and steal the boy's
virginity. 'What innocence?' his mind roared as the boy climbed atop him, his
black t-shirt the only barrier between their skin. It took all of Snow's will
power not to let his cock free, slip off the boy's underwear and ravage him as
the boy's leg brushed against his erect tool
 
Snow didn't want to do this, but that didn't stop the insatiable desire. He
knew it was wrong but it felt so right.
 
He looked into Hope's eyes, smiled, then spoke. "Okay, lets do this," he said
carefully. He pulled Hope forward and kissed him. They both moaned into the
kiss as their lips tentatively brushed against one another's. Hope giggled as
the man's light facial hair brushed against his flawless cheeks.
 
After a moment, Hope pulled away breathlessly, falling back to relax with his
legs around the man's ribs and rear on his abs. Snow groaned and bucked his
hips a little upon seeing Hope's gear clearly outlined through the white
underwear he wore and his erect manhood fully at attention.
 
Hope was trembling with nerves, and gasped in surprise as Snow cupped his ass
in his large hands. Hope breathed in slow, careful breaths as his rear was
probed and gently squeezzed.
 
Snow looked him in the eyes. "Do you know how to do this?" he asked. "We'll
have to go slowly."
 
Hope nodded in response as he gently gyrated his hips in the man's grip.
 
Snow lifted the boy gently and the teen fell forward with a breathless sigh as
their lips met again. Snow's finger began to surreptitiously drift into the
younger male's boxer-briefs and Hope gasped and froze as a finger parted his
cheeks ang gently began to probe his pink entrance.
 
His hands had nothing to do - he wanted Snow to be the one that removed his
underwear to inspect his throbbing cock, so he reached behind himself to
unbutton the man's jeans and grab his manhood. Hope gave it a couple of quick
jerks after he savored the hot thickness of the dick. Snow cried out under him,
barely containg the urge to ravage the teen - but he would for the time being.
He would make this the best first time ever for Hope.
 
Then Hope made it that much tougher. He shifted his weight from his ass on his
abs to his legs and slowly reposition himslef until his ass was over the
massive, erect tool. He tried to lower himself, but gasped as the older man
threw him to the sheets beside him. "Whoa, kid! You can't do that - you'd wake
up half of Cocoon with your screams if you tried."
 
Hope laid there, confused for a moment, a frown on his face. "You mean you
can't fuck me?" he lamented in a whisper.
 
"Nah, we can still fuck," Snow said with barely concealed excitement as he
crawled over the boy and began trailing kisses down his exposed stomach. "We
just need to prepare you first," he stated, urging the boy to remove his shirt.
 
"How?" Hope asked, throwing his shirt to the floor. "Don't you just shove it in
and my body will get used to it?"
 
Snow gave a laugh at the boy's naivety. "You let me worry about that," he said,
then grabbed the teen's underwear and removed them from his body. Hope gasped
as cold air hit his exposed privates, the main attraction making itself known
like a light tower. "Nice," he heard Snow murmur from below, near his nether
reigons.
 
"You like what you . . ." he had begun to brag before warm, wet lips surrounded
him. He felt the thick, hot tongue begin to dance around his member, gasping
and bucking while Snow used the opportunity to slip his hands under the boy to
grasp his butt cheeks. Hope sighed as Snow removed his erection from his mouth.
 
"You like that?" he asked. Hope's only response was a whimper as the man's
finger began to massage his entrance. The man then resumed his blowjob,
eliciting cries of pleasure from the boy. After a moment, when Snow was sure
the boy was in ecstacy, he thrust his finger into him. The boy gasped slightly
in pain, then began to tremble and sigh with pleasure as the large digit rubbed
against his sensitive spot. Between the probing and the tongue slithering
around his cock, he lost all control over his body and the he came. Whimpering
and moaning quietly, he released his load into the older man's mouth, Snow
swallowing it all.
 
Part 2
 
Moments later Hope was still out of breath as Snow was slurping on his cock,
licking it for any stray drops of the clearish-white fluid that had just
erupted. As breathless as he was, Hope giggled once again as facial hair
strayed to near his thigh. Snow gripped the boy's cock, squeezing ever-so
gently and licked the last bit of semen that dripped from the slit. Then he
crawled up to the younger male and lied down beside him. After a moment, he
spoke. "Your turn," he said, removing his pants completely and giving himself a
couple of jerks for good measure.
Hope's eyes widened in surprise as he saw it; it was his first real look at the
massive cock that would soon be impaling him up the ass, hopefully creating for
him untold amounts of pleasure.
Slowly, tentatively, he reached out his right hand and gently wrapped his
nimble fingers around the large rod. Snow moaned at the sensation of small,
feminine hands wrapped around him - he was already moist with pre cum at his
tip and the boy's hand around him did wonders for his aching hardness he felt
in his length. "You like it?" he asked, wondering at the boy's thoughts on the
long hardness that he was dying for.
Hope nodded; he found the foreign hardness interesting to touch. He enjoyed the
smooth, stiff skin and he could feel the pulse of the massive tool - yet, he
was scared. This large object would soon be inside him, and he could scarcely
imagine his small body being able to accommodate it. After a moment, he
swallowed his fear - what's the worst that could happen?
He leaned forward and licked, salty fluids engaging the taste buds of his
tongue as it brushed against the tip of the pulsing cock. Snow gasped and
fought the urge to grip the blond hair before him and take control of the
situation; this was the boy’s first time. He needed to be in charge so that he
could get used to the wonderful act. "Watch your teeth," he said as a
precaution as the boy was working up the nerve to take more of the man's dick
into his mouth.
Hope was shaking a little as his lips wrapped around the rod of the older man
and he began to lick around the head, then took more into his mouth, doing it
slowly, the thickness making it slow to accommodate.  After he had about four
inches, he stopped, knowing he couldn't take anymore, then began to roll his
tongue around the hard flesh and reach up his hand to stroke the distance
between his lips and the hairy base of the thick manhood.  The man groaned as
Hope pulled back for air, staying close enough to constantly lick and lap up
the sticky fluid dripping from his erection. 
Snow spoke, a new thought in his mind.  "Hope, stroke yourself with your free
hand," he suggested, indicating the teen's mostly hardened rod. Hope complied,
the fingers of his left hand gently touching and stroking the sensitive flesh
of his erection as his slipped the larger cock deep into his mouth once again.
The warm, thick cock was in his mouth again and he moaned as his sensitive cock
quickly brought him near climax.  "Yeah . . ." Snow moaned, as the vibrations
made his dick tremble with pleasure.
"Are you comfortable with this?" Snow asked.  Hope nodded and the older male
continued. "Take a little bit more in your mouth," he suggested as he gently -
very gently - placed his hands on the boy's head and intertwined his fingers
into the blond locks. Then he pushed, slowly lowering the teenager’s head as he
felt the wet warmth of lips go lower and lower. Hope stiffened, continued his
work of sucking and licking the man's cock. Snow groaned and sighed the teen's
name as Hope's tongue swirled around the dick that was deep into his mouth,
surrounded by swollen lips. As he was approaching orgasm, he removed his cock
from between the boy's lips.
Hope looked up to him with sad eyes. "Am I that bad?" he asked, full of shame
as the joy he had been dancing in came crashing down in a fiery mess of reality
around him.  He was a just a fourteen year old boy - hardly worthy of being
called a cock sucker.
"No! Never!" Snow stated as if his life depended on this one moment - he would
not let Hope think this way! "You were great - excellent even - I'm just about
to blow," he said, beginning to stroke the rod in his large hands.
"So why did you stop me from finishing?" the teen asked, licking his lips as he
watched thin fluid dripping from the man's cock.
"Oh - you wouldn't want this stuff," the man said as his fingers slowly
quickened their speed.
"I want it!" Hope said as he crawled forward and licked the dripping pre-cum
up, causing Snow to gasp as the tongue brushed over the hyper-sensitive head.
Hope continued to lick the head several times, lapping up each drop of the
fluid once again. He licked his lips when he was done - it tasted okay, nothing
special, but not bad. He enjoyed it. He then reinserted the whole thing into
his wet and willing mouth, his tongue swirling around the rod.
Snow closed his eyes and came as the boy teased his pulsing cock, crying out
loudly as Hope's mouth filled with the warm white fluid which he steadily
gulped down - it wasn't as good as the pre-cum and it was sticky, but it wasn't
horrible.
Hope looked to Snow's face with a smile before crawling between the man's legs,
resting his body on the man's more muscular frame, his head just below his
furry chin. Snow brought his arms up to wrap around the teen. "That was nice,"
he said. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah," Hope answered softly, nodding, his smooth cheeks rubbing against the
man's chest.
"You were good," Snow complimented, hands rubbing and messaging Hope's back.
"Especially for a first time."
Hope smiled, then gently probed the man's chest with his lips. Snow growled and
grasped Hope's ass in his hands. Hope jerked and squirmed as he gasped in
shock. It felt so nice to have large, warm hands grip him and his mind swarmed
with the wonderful thoughts of what the older man could do with him.
“Snow!” he cried. “I want to . . .  I want to do it . . . for real,” he said
confidently, crawling across and over the man so that their lips could once
again meet in hot, wet clashes.
“Are you sure?”” Snow asked, breaking the warm kiss – the boy better damn well
be sure he knew what he was asking for. “You know, this will hurt. It will feel
awkward and painful at first. You willenjoy it, but it will take a while.”
“I know,” Hope said meekly, nodding in response. He knew what this would entail
–fingers up the ass then the slow, less than pleasant feeling of a large cock
pushing into his most private area. He was scared, but he wanted it – he wanted
to make love before he died. “I’m sure I want to do this.”
Snow nodded, gently stroking the boy’s beautiful body several times before
gently laying Hope beside him on his back, before climbing on top of the boy.
He began to kiss him, ravaging his lips with his own. His lips brushed down the
boy’s cheeks and chin, before traveling to his neck and brushing the sensitive
skin with moist flesh. The boy shuddered at the contact and let out a moan. 
Snow laughed. “You like that? Guess you’re sensitive,” he said before
continuing his oral ministrations, occasionally lashing out his tongue along
the boy’s neck. 
Hope was gasping silently in pleasure as Snow traced his lips up to the boy’s
ears, kissing and licking every centimeter of flesh on the way.  He kissed the
ear gently before whispering, “Ready?”
Hope nodded in reassurance, then cried out as Snow gently stroked his legs,
under his rear, and softly kissed the boys butt cheeks. “Snow!” he gasped as
sensitive skin flared with sensual pleasure.  Snow reached toward the other
male and gently grabbed his dick, pulling it back until the erect member was
pointing out from under him – ass, balls and dick available for sight and use.
Snow brushed his fingers against the boy’s dick, collecting a generous amount
of pre-cum. He slipped his fingers between the boy’s butt cheeks, spreading him
to spy the pink entrance. He groaned despite himself upon seeing the tight hole
that he had already fingered. He couldn’t take it when Hope impatiently shook
his ass – his rubbed at the hole with a cum slickened finger, pushing in after
a couple of moments.
Hope arched his back at the intrusion – Snow knew it didn’t hurt, having
already taken an un-lubed finger up his ass. The man smiled as Hope moaned and
mewled as his finger stroked the boy’s prostate. “You like it?” he whispered.
His only response was Hope moaning and bucking his rear at him.
Snow smiled and inserted a second finger; again, Hope jerked with pleasure and
cried and moaned the man’s name as two fingers brushed and pushed against the
spot inside him making him feel pleasure shooting through his body. “Snow . .
.” he mumbled in a whimper.  His eyes were closed, head relaxing against the
sheets of the bed that some strangers had used mere days ago, never to be
inhabited again. It was almost enough to make him sad, angry even, but the
intense pleasure within him fought back such emotions as Snow’s fingers
explored inside of him. He reached forward to grab his erect manhood between
his legs, but Snow slapped it away.  “Just wait,” he said seductively, then
wrapped his hand around the teen’s erection.  Hope moaned as the warm hand
jerked his cock and fingers probed his prostate, amazed at the sight of thin,
clear liquid dripping from his dick as it was coaxed out of him.
His face clenched in slight pain as a third finger was added. His breathing
slowed in a moment’s panic, then he closed his eyes and purged his mind of
thought in order to relax. He felt himself slowly loosen until the fingers had
slight moving space. “You ready?” Snow asked, wiggling his fingers.  “It’s not
as thick as this, but it is longer . . . I’ll go easy . . .” he said, removing
his fingers from the boy.  Hope moaned with relief that he didn’t know he
needed.
Hope moaned with anxiety and desire as he saw Snow above him, stroking his
large manhood in preparation for pounding, hopefully, into him.  He gasped as
he felt the man insert two fingers roughly into him, checking to see if he was
still loose enough – it didn’t hurt enough to mention, but felt amazing as the
sensitive flesh was rubbed and the slight contact against his prostate did
wonders for his anxiety. He moaned as the fingers were removed then cried in
pleasure as the space was immediately filled by the thick, throbbing head of
the man’s rod.
“Are you sure?” Snow asked one last time, leaning in to kiss the boy as he
nodded his assent. Hope lied still as the hard, hot member pushed itself into
his body, the long shaft penetrating as one single and relentless object.
Inside him now, it felt so much larger than it had in his hands or between his
lips. It was warm, hot, intoxicating and he wanted more of it as he thrust his
rear, capturing more of the older man’s dick within the confines of his hot,
tight muscles. “Oh, gods, Hope! It feels good!” Snow muttered into the teen’s
ears as he slowly pushed his shaft into him. He could feel smalls fingers brush
his arms as his erection pushed against the boy’s innermost sweet spot, and he
had to fight the urge to pound him then and there as the boy’s breathless cries
of pleasure filled his senses.
“Snooowww . . .” he cried, looking up at the man dazedly as Snow completely
filled him, his manhood fully sheathed within him and pubic bush abrasively
brushing Hope’s rear as he rotated his hips to send the young virgin to
pleasure unimaginable. “It . . . feels . . . so . . . good . . .” Snow hissed
as he thrust gently into the tight body below him. Then he pulled back, his
member following until only the tip still penetrated.
Hope began to protest, but gasped with ecstasy as the man thrust back into him,
the thick cock impacting his prostate with such force the he felt his whole
body jerk with pleasure in response. “Snow!” he cried, finally losing control
as his hand gripped his dick and he began to stoke himself, crying out as pre-
cum dripped from him and the warm fluid dripped down his cock as lube.
“Snoooww! Almost there!” he cried, thrusting his hips forward into the man’s
grip as he jerked himself, then climaxed, the thick shaft within him bringing
him over the edge and forcing him to cry the man’s name in pleasure. The man
quickly followed suit, moaning Hope’s name into his ear as he came within him,
thrusting several extra times by natural instinct to fully empty himself. He
stayed there, fully within the boy as they shared a kiss, then cuddled together
in the after math of their shared intercourse.
Relaxing, they untangled their bodies, Hope letting out a sigh of relief as his
body was no longer contorted in the position Snow had made love to him in.
“Snow . . .” he sighed. “That was fun,” he said, breathing heavily from the
intense activity. Snow groaned as he saw the globs of cum on the boy’s stomach
and the left over still dripping down his softening erection. He wanted more,
and he was sure the other male wouldn’t mind.
“We don’t have to be done yet,” he suggested optimistically as he laid down on
his back, his mostly hard member brushing his muscled stomach as a slight trail
of cum marked his body. After a moment, Hope found the energy to get up and
crawl near Snow.  The older man glanced at the younger excitedly, before
speaking. “Wanna ride it?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Hope asked carefully, with excitement dripping from his
lips, as he spied the stiffening member that had just sent him to the stars and
back. 
“Get on me and ride it; it’ll feel great, trust me,” Snow said, gripping his
member and giving it the stimulation it needed to become stiff enough to point
upward, making it clear to Hope exactly what he would be doing.
“Okay,” Hope said with caution, though excitement was obviously there. Climbing
above the man, feet planted on both sides and rear above the man’s cock, he
looked to the man’s face and received a smile of reassurance as he lowered
himself down.  He felt the cock brush against his rear as he missed, before
reaching behind himself to grip the cock, keeping it still and in his mind’s
eye.  He felt the head of the thick shaft push against his hole. Wiggling, the
head slowly pushed in, then he thrust down, quickly getting half of it in
before slowly lowering down to allow the rest of it to slip in, one long drawn
out sigh of pleasure spilling from his lips as the thick member filled him and
impacted his prostate.
Snow groaned at the sight, Hope sitting on his crotch, his cock buried all the
way into the teen. He gave him a mischievous smile, then jerked his hips
upwards, causing Hope to give a surprised gasp of pleasure as he cried out the
man’s name.
“You like it?” Snow asked with a smirk.  Hope’s moan was the answer as he began
to move his body on the large shaft, alternating between moving up and down, in
circles, and lifting his body, before slamming it down to take the whole thing
at once.
“Feels so good,” Hope was mumbling as they approached climax. “There you go,”
Snow said, then moaned as Hope came, squeezing his cock and bring him to climax
too. After a moment, Hope climbed down to rest near Snow, who wrapped his arms
around him. Then slowly, unintended, they fell asleep.
-
They awoke to quiet laughter.  “What have you boys been up to?” the rough
female voice rang through the dawn lit room. Awakening groggily, Hope
immediately hit his face in shame under the sheets that he had somehow been
covered with during the night. 
“It’s not what it looks like . . .” Snow began, but was cut off by Fang.  “I
don’t care what you two have been up to. Get dressed; we’re leaving and you do
not want Light catching you like this.
Snow and Hope looked to one another then laughed, before rushing to get
dressed. They had had their fun – now, it was time to get back to work.
 
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