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FFVIII: The Commander
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're always playing the game. Timeline here.
Do you know how hot you look in that uniform? But of course, you do, you know it and you're tormenting me because we're in public now and I have to step back and salute you, my commander, not my lover. Not my toy.
When we're in front of them, we almost have to reverse it. I have to accept your authority over me and you have to tell me what to do. Because we're not playing, or at least, we're not playing the same game. In public, I submit to you. It almost seems strange that someone who obeys my orders in bed is actually superior, but then, maybe not so strange.
After all, I lead you in our games now, but I was once the one who had to submit, was forced to. And I liked it as much as you do, I loved it, didn't I? She could do anything to me, anything, and I would kneel at her feet and lay my head in her lap, trusting, loving her, and let her mindfuck me in as many ways as she wanted, because it felt good. You know how good it feels, don't you, to be out of your own control, you love that, don't you?
But we shouldn't be thinking of that now, should we? You should clear your throat and walk past me, aloof and so out of my reach completely and you should order to me to straighten up and reprimand me for not shining my boots. And people watch us, and they don't know the games we play in our room, do they?
It feels so strange to me now, to have you in control.
But exploit it. Flaunt it. Learn to love it. Tell me what to do. I almost miss the feeling of having a real commander. Do you know what the real attraction was in all she said? Of course you do. You know it inside out.
Show me. Show me how you feel when you're under my command. Make me feel it again. Order me. Order us all. Tell us what to do and take responsibility for us, send us into battle just because you want to. Or speak to us so gently that every word you say is an order yet obeying you seems like a choice. Be the commander, not just our superior, make yourself someone we would die to please.
And then tonight I'll strip that all away from you and I'll fuck you until you know who is really in control here.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're always playing the game. Timeline here.
Do you know how hot you look in that uniform? But of course, you do, you know it and you're tormenting me because we're in public now and I have to step back and salute you, my commander, not my lover. Not my toy.
When we're in front of them, we almost have to reverse it. I have to accept your authority over me and you have to tell me what to do. Because we're not playing, or at least, we're not playing the same game. In public, I submit to you. It almost seems strange that someone who obeys my orders in bed is actually superior, but then, maybe not so strange.
After all, I lead you in our games now, but I was once the one who had to submit, was forced to. And I liked it as much as you do, I loved it, didn't I? She could do anything to me, anything, and I would kneel at her feet and lay my head in her lap, trusting, loving her, and let her mindfuck me in as many ways as she wanted, because it felt good. You know how good it feels, don't you, to be out of your own control, you love that, don't you?
But we shouldn't be thinking of that now, should we? You should clear your throat and walk past me, aloof and so out of my reach completely and you should order to me to straighten up and reprimand me for not shining my boots. And people watch us, and they don't know the games we play in our room, do they?
It feels so strange to me now, to have you in control.
But exploit it. Flaunt it. Learn to love it. Tell me what to do. I almost miss the feeling of having a real commander. Do you know what the real attraction was in all she said? Of course you do. You know it inside out.
Show me. Show me how you feel when you're under my command. Make me feel it again. Order me. Order us all. Tell us what to do and take responsibility for us, send us into battle just because you want to. Or speak to us so gently that every word you say is an order yet obeying you seems like a choice. Be the commander, not just our superior, make yourself someone we would die to please.
And then tonight I'll strip that all away from you and I'll fuck you until you know who is really in control here.
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