A Hero's Treatment (Private)
 

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In the hallway at the Felix Height; Estheim Apartment, A young silver haired boy covering his face leaning against the wall after telling his father that Nora is gone. This grudge with a certain Snow Villiers had died down... completely forgives him for the part of his mother's death. 'If it wasn't for him.. i wouldn't be here now...' with a sigh then glances over to the door where Snow is recovering from his injured. 'I should return the favor.'

Snow hesitantly opened his eyes to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings. The last thing he had remembered was being attacked by a PSICOM mech, then... Nothing. He was suddenly hit by the realisation that Hope was no longer with him and he feebly attempted to lift his upper body up in an attempt to seek the boy out. "Ngh..." he gasped as he slumped back onto the bed, feeling pathetic having been overcome by the pain in his aching body.

He let his head drop to the side and eyed a picture in a frame on the bedside table. It was of Hope - and Nora. Though still troubled with the pangs of guilt, he found some relief in knowing he and Hope were safe; he'd grown to care deeply for the boy he'd wronged. Snow closed his eyes, enjoying not having to flee for the time being.

Hope walks cautiously towards the bedroom door taking deep breath before sliding the door just a bit open peeking it seeing Snow laying down. A slight blush went across his face seeing Snow shirtless though he looks sexy with his shirt off and his muscles was- his inner thought cutting off shaking his tenses off it quickly before entering closing the door behide him. "Uh... Snow? you feeling okay?"

Walking up towards him trying to keep his blush hided. If it wasn't for Lightning and Fang to save them, he'll be on that bed with the same wounds like Snow's.

Snow was roused quickly from his sleep by the sound of Hope's voice. "Hope! You're okay!" he said gladly, straining his rippling muscles to sit up. "Guess this is what you get for being the hero all the time" he said, running a hand over his chiseled body and wincing at the pain before slumping back in to a lying position. "Don't worry about me, kid, as long as you're okay. I'll protect you no matter what" he said weakly.

"Y-yeah..." Hope is relieved to see Snow still in one piece but ashamed that he can't do anything to heal those wounds or could he? His eyes running up and down examining the older man, his viable blush started to appear much bright coming up with an idea. "Hey Snow, if it's okay with you.. i-i can give those wounds some *treatment.*" gulping and waiting for a reply. He should stop since Snow is engaged to Lightning's younger sister Serah but it couldn't hurt to try.

Snow looked at Hope with intrigue and spread his arms out, showing off his strong, broad chest to the younger boy "Yeah, that's a good idea, kid" he said, smiling weakly. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed, waiting for Hope to act.

Hope nodded climbing onto the bed slowly adjusting himself on his knees scanning his eyes once again before placing his hand on Snow's chest not to hurt the man yet feeling his muscles. 'Big yet soft muscles for a older man... i wonder what else is big..' making small circles rubbing guiding his hand further stopping when his hand touched Snow's pants. "Tell me to keep going."

Snow's chest quivered in response to Hope's soft and delicate touch and he reached out to grasp Hope's left thigh, gently stroking it up and down with his thumb as a quiet moan escaped his lips. Snow looked into Hope's eyes as the boy's hand reached the waistband of his trousers and he smiled devilishly at Hope's comment.

"Keep going, kid" he began "I really need some treatment here".

A slight flinch seeing Snow's reaction;he's enjoying it and hearing a soft moan from him. Hope lets out a soft moan almost for Snow to hear feeling a big hand on his left thigh twitching in the progress, placing his left hand ontop of. His blush grows deep red looking down deeply into his ocean blue eyes with a nod after he told Hope to keep going.

"I'll make it feel good for you." an innocent expression on as he moves the other hand away from the waistband onto the older man's crotch teasing with careless strokes getting himself hard.

Snow took in a large breath as Hope's hand played across his groin and he returned the gesture, slowly snaking his hand up Hope's thigh and gently rubbing back and forth across the bulge growing in Hope's underwear.

Snow began to harden himself at Hope's fondling and at the prospect of where this might be headed. He was transfixed by Hope's gaze "How're you gonna make me feel good?".