Sunset

by scribblemoose

Irvine was dimly aware that it was getting dark: he couldn't quite make out the colour of Rinoa's sweater as it lay by his hat in the sand; nor could even his sharp eyes make out more than the silhouette of Balamb Garden in it's dock at the other end of the bay. But he knew Rinoa's top was blue, and he knew that home was still there, and Squall's lips were moving slowly up the naked ridges of his spine, so really, it didn't matter.

Irvine's eyes slid shut, and he let himself live by feel and sound and smell, and the soft purr of Ether's growing power.

He nuzzled into Rinoa's neck, nudging her hair to one side, and tasted her skin. Salty satin, delicious, leading to the soft shell of her ear. His back was draped in warmth as Squall leaned over him, one hand planted firmly in the sand by Rinoa's head, the other trailing down Irvine's side. Irvine's hair slid over one shoulder, he kissed his way along Rinoa's jaw to find her mouth and kissed her deeply; Squall was moving again, working his way down Irvine's back with steady touch and wet tongue, hands clutching around Irvine's hips, a knee between his thighs encouraging them to part. Irvine raised his hips, still kissing, and gave himself up.

Wet tongue.

Wet tongue, slipping around his balls and the root of his aching cock; wet tongue, teasing the base of his spine; wet tongue, lapping and probing at him in his most sensitive of places.

Rinoa whimpered softly as Irvine broke the kiss. He reached down to touch her cunt, velvet soft and wet, oh, fuck, so wet... dipped his fingers lightly into her and raised them to his lips to taste, so musky sweet, and Ether purred, and purred and purred....

Squall hummed and licked him harder, kissing and thrusting inside now; Irvine's cock brushed against soft, wet flesh, parted her cuntlips and nudged its way inside. So easy. Like slipping into water, until he was all the way inside and she clenched tight around him, firm and slick and good. He could feel Squall's fingers now, working spit and lube inside him, telling him to wait a minute... yes, Commander. I'll wait. I'll wait forever if you want me to. Anything you say...

Hot hard and full inside him; Rinoa arching back, knowing.

He felt complete.

Ether broke into song.

Heat and thrust and holding, and all the while the sea crashed to the shore, surf tickling their feet; Rinoa soft and wet around him, and Squall hot and hard inside; Irvine forced himself to breathe. Then he began to feel it, slowly at first, a trickle; Squall's lust seeping into his mind like honey dripping from a spoon, sweet and thick; Rinoa's more like light, raw power. He could feel it all, the fucking and the being fucked, being loved and loving, so hard and wet and hot and soft and, and, and, and...

A blinding light, a flash of power, raw and strong as life.

As one.