Magic
by PL Nunn

Squall raised his eyes blearily to focus on the mirror in the wardrobe door. He gasped.

He saw a lean, pale body spread out on all fours on a pale pink quilt, dark hair falling in streaks over his face; he looked flushed, his lips faintly swollen, eyes hooded, and lying over him, fucking him in long, measured strokes, was Irvine. Golden skin and russet hair, vivid purple eyes meeting Squall's in the reflection, his face lit with a sexy smile, burying himself deep in Squall's ass and holding it there with a groan.

[Blood & Sand: Chapter 3 Magic]