[Zack just says 'giving orders' and Cloud's neck burns at the realization that not only was Zack willfully engaging in the so-called hardcore flirting, but he was very pointedly doing so knowing that Cloud was exploring with bossing him around, in a potentially sexy way.
Embarrassing. But...not in a bad way. Kind of like when Aerith had cinched that corset at his back and then felt him up.]
Don't mess with me, [Cloud complains, taking a tomato slice and shoving it into Zack's mouth to keep him from laughing again.] You know how many dating rumors you had back in the day? I'd just chat with you and the other guys in my squad would leave boxes of condoms on my bunk.
[There's a muffled, huffing exhale around the tomato as it disappears into Zack's mouth, chewed and swallowed in record time. You can't stop this man's mirth, sorry not sorry.]
On your bunk! At least the guys in Third Class left 'em in my locker. Security's more tight on the SOLDIER level, though.
[He'd probably have gotten in trouble with the science division or the Turks if he and Aerith had been actively sleeping together, though. Ugh, if they were watching- NOPE NOPE, erasing that train of thought. He's here for Cloud today, not to wonder just how much monitoring she was subject to.]
'm not messing with you, though. Someone gave me some real good advice the other day, actually. About you.
[Don't worry Zack, it was the same few boxes of condoms that ended up getting passed around and placed on people's bunks for the joke, because there's nothing else for troopers to do but make fun of each other and gossip.]
Yeah? What was it? [Tries to not look too interested in hearing what other people are telling Zack about him, and wondering who the hell it could be considering the number of people here Cloud talks to even on the semi-regular.]
[Zack knows his man, because the knife goes THOK against the cutting board when Cloud misses the tomato. He stands there for a moment, unmoving...
Puts down the knife. Turns away from the counter.
Reaches over his head and grabs two fistfuls of his shirt to haul it off over his hair, balling it up and flinging it in the direction of the hallway. That'll make its way to the bedroom whenever it happens.
-goes back to ch- chopping up tomatoes. Even though he's cut more than enough slices- u know what, lets ummm cut up the lettuce to make it more. Sandwich-shaped.]
[Oh. Oh wow. He really didn't expect that to happen, like, immediately. But there he is, Cloud Strife, shirtless.]
Holy shit, that worked.
[A moment passes, and Zack's cheeks turn pink as it sinks in and he looks, his gaze roving over bare skin, the arch of a spine, the way muscles roll and shift as he chops-
-oh. Zack swallows, his voice hushed.]
...Yeah I super should have told you that sooner.
[(Cloud does have a nice back. He owes Sharon again.)]
It's not like you haven't seen my back before, [Cloud mumbles, simultaneously preening and melting from embarrassment. Who cares if he's insecure! Zack wanted to see him shirtless more often, so Zack is gonna see him shirtless more often, god damn it!
Cloud clears his throat, pushing the finished vegetables to the side and taking the knife and cutting board over to the sink to wash them.] The, uh. The bread done yet?
Mm. [And when Zack turns back around to begin sandwich assembly, Cloud takes a quick unsure look at himself. Pale; not so much the arms, but his chest barely ever sees the light of day and it shows in how the veins are visible from close up. He's...toned, he guesses, but in a scrawny guy kind of way. He'll never have layers of muscle like Zack or other guys. He almost asks Zack "Are you sure," again, but that hurt expression on Zack's face from the bonfire flashes through his mind and he holds his tongue.
Maybe he leans into the Bond's effects a little harder than he usually would. Let himself calm down, quieting the near constant buzz of anxiety under his skin.]
Any other requests you need fulfilled, Mister Fair? [That's right, mask any negative emotions with cockiness. Be cheeky. Fake it until you make it, but in a far less damaging way than before.]
[Their connection buzzes pleasantly through him, and Zack closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the increasingly familiar sense of calm he gets around Cloud these days. Usually they have no problem riling each other up - SOLDIER impulse, or whatever else drives them (since Cloud's got the chemicals but not the specific SOLDIER training and all) - but coming back down from that high is much, much easier. They know each other better, sure, but also, there's this.
He folds the sandwiches together, layer by later, considering Cloud's question. Anything else, huh...]
Think I got some juice on my face. [He lifts a hand to point at the corner of his mouth.] Right here. Help a guy out?
Zack's probably expecting a kiss, but Cloud just eyes Zack long enough to make it obvious that he's picked up on the hint. He lifts a hand, presses a thumb to the smudge at Zack's bottom lip, then wipes it off and lifts his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean.
Then takes the plate with his sandwich from Zack and heads over to the table.]
[Grinning to himself over here; maybe that was a little mean, but...Aerith is right. There's something thrilling about messing with him a little. Like a raven pulling a wolf's tail.
Cloud at least leans over the side of the table after Zack sits down to give him a nice, long kiss.] Sorry. [He can't forget Zack's wide, eager eyes when he'd practically begged, I wanna kiss you. Or you kiss me.
Cloud kisses him again, hand lifting to pet the hair at the back of Zack's neck sweetly.] You're just fun.
[Zack's responding expression looks torn between a pout and a pleased smile, the two wrestling with each other for a moment. The smile wins, though. It almost always wins.]
You're such a brat. [Without venom, of course. He leans in like a magnet, happy for what he's gotten, longing for more always.] I'll get you both back one day.
[This is a lie: he's too much of a puppy to withhold anything even for a tease. But he can pretend!]
[He really needs to eat, but.......Zack is being so cute and pretty right now......
Drags plate over so he can stand next to Zack and still reach his sandwich, taking a bite while he keeps petting Zack's hair, watching the way the guy just melts into his touch. Geez. He hasn't been doing this enough at all, has he? Cloud need to start paying better attention.]
[Truly criminal not to be touchin' this handsome man at all times, right!? Ha ha, just kidding, unless...
For real, though, Zack basically turns to mush. True puppy behaviour. That thing dogs do, tilting their head into the scritches? Yeah. If he was a familiar and had a dog's tail it would be wagging like mad. He's loving this.]
[Cloud hums an affirmative, still drawing his fingers through Zack's hair slowly, rhythmically. Hopefully Zack's not neglecting his own sandwich, because they really are damn good, but even Cloud's only taking a bite every so often. Something else has caught his attention.]
...you're so pretty, [Cloud murmurs, looking down at how Zack's lashes are so dark and so long, especially looking at them from above. Zack's handsome, of course he's handsome; he's got big shoulders, sharp eyes, a jawline that looks like it was chiseled from marble...but here in the softness of the quiet between them, in a kitchen where Zack had cheekily said, yes sir and I wanna see you shirtless!, Cloud can't help but think that he's lovely, too. As careful as he is fierce, as malleable as he is solid.
Cloud waits for a moment to make sure he's not distracting Zack from his food before he lets his hand travel down, gently take Zack's chin and jaw in his hand (and it takes his whole hand, Zack's not even that much taller but he's so much bigger) to tilt his face up towards Cloud. Really...
[Ohhh no. Oh no. Cloud got him so good, there. At the comment - the compliment - Zack's eyes widen, showing off more than ever that beautiful mako blue. It's not the sort of compliment he gets often, but it does remind him pleasantly of the first he'd gotten from Aerith. She'd said his eyes were pretty. Cloud, though, he can tell that gaze is roving elsewhere, drinking in his features, not simply the one. He's pretty, huh...
As Cloud kisses him again, Zack winds an arm around him, drawing him closer, allowing their bodies to brush against each other. With Cloud still shirtless, he can feel the smooth curve of the other man's back, the tension of his muscles, the bend of his spine. He's warm to the touch, and the whole thing feels so... cozy. He likes this, turns out. He likes this a lot. Cloud doesn't get affectionate all the time, but he's been noticing a shift, bit by bit, little touches growing in volume and intensity, as they grow more comfortable with what's been happening here. They're figuring things out. And Zack, who thrives on all things physical, who doesn't typically hesitate to say what's on his mind, well... it's just perfect, for him.
When the kiss ends, he tilts his head and presses it against Cloud's neck instead, his voice soft, full of affection.]
'm extra pretty 'cause I love you.
[That was definitely from a romance movie. He thinks. (Definitely.) It's the only part he remembers, but damn it was a good line, wasn't it? Full sap. He means every word.]
[Zack's arm goes around his waist so easily, his skin so warm against Cloud's back; a few fingers press, briefly, into the dip of Cloud's spine and he shudders with it.
The line is definitely from a movie; Cloud doesn't remember which one, but remembers it being an inside joke in his squad for a while, so it must've been one of the musty VHS tapes they kept in the barracks for entertainment when the poorly-paid troopers couldn't afford to do anything fun with a day of leave. It's cheesy but the way Zack says that kind of stuff with the full force of his sincerity, Cloud believes it this time. Zack wouldn't lie to him, and certainly not about that. He really does love him, and...Cloud can't argue that it makes him want to see and know more of Zack because of it. Makes him more alluring, makes him more beautiful.
Zack's breath is hot against his neck, and Cloud can't keep himself from getting a little...anticipatory about it. What would Zack be like with more than this? Would he cling, would he whine? Would he try to hide his face, or would he let Cloud see it? What would he look like? That surprising, searing heat from the time he spends with Aerith flash-boils the doubt in his blood, reminding Cloud again that this is how it feels, how it's supposed to feel. When he wants someone.]
...let's stay inside, [Cloud says lowly, voice hoarse and deeper for it, his fingers combing through Zack's hair, curling locks between them.]
[At the suggestion, Zack makes a noise that can really only be described as aggressively agreeable, the grip of his arm tightening just so. Much as he loves sparring, wrestling, tussling through the grass, he does so love the quiet moments, too. The push and pull, the tease and the touches. Stay inside. Yeah, he likes that. He likes being held, to hear sweet whispers in his ear and callused fingers in his hair. He likes how his hand feels hot on Cloud's lithe muscles.]
I'd like that, [he manages, his breath exhaling in a huff of quiet laughter, mere moments before his lips make contact with the bared skin of Cloud's neck. It's a soft kiss at first, testing the waters, gauging the reaction, and it's as much an offer as an ask. Stay inside and do what? Ball's in Cloud's court, now. (He's got some ideas, some inklings. No pressure. Only thirst.)]
[SHIVERS. Zack and Aerith both, right to the throat...does he have a nice neck? Maybe he has a nice neck.
Cloud drags his fingers through Zack's hair one last time before, very reluctantly, pulling away.] Finish the sandwich. We'll take this to my room when you're done. [Cloud's shoving the last (technically two) bites into his own mouth, running his hand down Zack's neck to his shoulder before turning to head back to his bedroom to make sure his bedsheets don't reek. Maybe they'll just make out, maybe they'll do some heaving petting...maybe somebody...will get a penis touched. Or more.]
[Zack shudders as Cloud withdraws, silent and holding his breath subconsciously as he watches Cloud's back until it vanishes out of the kitchen. How wild is it that something so simple can leave him aching? A hand in his hair, the press of one body against another, the taste of sweat on his lips. Bodies are truly such needy things. It feels different from fighting, but there are similarities he can't deny. The way his heart pounds, his blood rushes through his veins. He feels the hunger, the anticipation, the rush.
Different from fighting, but the same as what he feels with Aerith.
He swallows. (The lump of anticipation, caught just beneath his tongue.) Then he shoves the whole rest of the sandwich in his mouth and swallows that, very unsexily, good thing Cloud already left. He dumps the dishes in the sink and hurries after, his steps thundering towards the bedroom.]
Cloud is only just managing to kick some clothes into the closet and yank his socks off before he hears Zack clomping hurriedly down the hallway, a military jog by the sound of it, Cloud's bedroom door flinging fully open from its half-closed state.
He knew Zack was a much more tactile person than he was (not just with sparring, not just with cuddles), but it really becomes more obvious with how flushed Zack's face is, how bright his eyes are. It's- really addicting. Getting Zack to look like that, look at him like that, knowing he's got something Zack really wants and being more than ready and willing to give it to him.
What would the other guys in the squad think if they could see this? Cloud can't help a snort at the thought, reaching for Zack's wrist and pulling him over to the bed, grinning.] Remember that guy in my squad I told you about, the one I thought had a crush on you? He crashed our Junon lunch date?
[The nice thing about them all being collective couples together is that if the door's open it just means a nice show for Aerith. Or she could join, whatever. Zack's down for anything at this point.
He'd already been dragging his shirt up over his head on the way, so by the time he walks through the door it's off entirely and he's all too happy to toss it in the pile Cloud's making. He loves where this is going. He doesn't know the destination but he's all in for the ride. He leans in as Cloud pulls, following gleefully, turning his hand around so he can clasp Cloud's, even if it's just for a moment (until they get themselves settled), and laughs at that comment.]
Was he blind, or just stupid? You looked super cute back then, you coulda gotten laid with a lot of people. Joke's on him, I guess.
[Was this before, or after the box of condoms? The guys sure spent a lot of time thinking about Cloud's sex life. Gotta love the military. Also: bed? He's gonna flop right on it, whichever way he's directed. Cloud seems to have an idea of where he wants Zack, and he enjoyed being the big bossman in the kitchen. He'd like to see how far Cloud'll take this. (Fun places, he suspects.)]
Jealous, maybe. [Something tells him that's the correct answer, though Cloud couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Did Zack point him out often in the hallways, maybe? He's pretty sure they texted, maybe Zack just texted him a lot and the guy- what's his face or name, he probably was just pissed as hell that Cloud was getting all that attention, undeservedly.
Zack's right, joke is on him! Cloud's scrawny ass is about to fuck the hottest and most desirable SOLDIER (to him) right in his own bed! Eat your heart out, nameless squadmate.
All it takes is a little pull and push and Zack is crawling back onto the bed, gazing up at Cloud with those bright and eager eyes. Cloud's literally never done anything with a guy, but a good part of getting sexy is just mouths and skin and touching, right?
Usually Cloud would be grumpily hesitant about leaping into a situation he felt wholly unprepared for unless life-or-death called for it, but here he feels...evenly keeled. There's that simmering heat still beneath his skin, especially as Zack just straight up spreads his legs when Cloud kneels on the mattress so he can get between them, but the nervousness and the self-consciousness just falls off of him like shedding a coat. Why wouldn't this be easy, after all? Getting physical with Zack has never been difficult, and Zack so clearly wanting it helps chase off any lingering apprehension. Of course, Cloud has to give him whatever he needs.
He starts by holding onto Zack's hips, picking him up a bit and moving him around to test his leverage (and maybe strength, maybe showing off a little bit, maybe banking on the thought that Zack hasn't been like this with someone as strong as he is and wanting to show him something new). Maybe he even pulls him up a little onto Cloud's knees, into his lap.] Good like this?
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Embarrassing. But...not in a bad way. Kind of like when Aerith had cinched that corset at his back and then felt him up.]
Don't mess with me, [Cloud complains, taking a tomato slice and shoving it into Zack's mouth to keep him from laughing again.] You know how many dating rumors you had back in the day? I'd just chat with you and the other guys in my squad would leave boxes of condoms on my bunk.
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On your bunk! At least the guys in Third Class left 'em in my locker. Security's more tight on the SOLDIER level, though.
[He'd probably have gotten in trouble with the science division or the Turks if he and Aerith had been actively sleeping together, though. Ugh, if they were watching- NOPE NOPE, erasing that train of thought. He's here for Cloud today, not to wonder just how much monitoring she was subject to.]
'm not messing with you, though. Someone gave me some real good advice the other day, actually. About you.
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Yeah? What was it? [Tries to not look too interested in hearing what other people are telling Zack about him, and wondering who the hell it could be considering the number of people here Cloud talks to even on the semi-regular.]
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That I should tell you, I wanna see you shirtless more!
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Puts down the knife. Turns away from the counter.
Reaches over his head and grabs two fistfuls of his shirt to haul it off over his hair, balling it up and flinging it in the direction of the hallway. That'll make its way to the bedroom whenever it happens.
-goes back to ch- chopping up tomatoes. Even though he's cut more than enough slices- u know what, lets ummm cut up the lettuce to make it more. Sandwich-shaped.]
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Holy shit, that worked.
[A moment passes, and Zack's cheeks turn pink as it sinks in and he looks, his gaze roving over bare skin, the arch of a spine, the way muscles roll and shift as he chops-
-oh. Zack swallows, his voice hushed.]
...Yeah I super should have told you that sooner.
[(Cloud does have a nice back. He owes Sharon again.)]
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Cloud clears his throat, pushing the finished vegetables to the side and taking the knife and cutting board over to the sink to wash them.] The, uh. The bread done yet?
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[Openly, at least. ...Oh, right, the bread. Hastily he goes back to the stove, flipping the slices just before they get uncomfortably burned. Phew.]
Uhhh, looks about done! Sandwich time?
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Maybe he leans into the Bond's effects a little harder than he usually would. Let himself calm down, quieting the near constant buzz of anxiety under his skin.]
Any other requests you need fulfilled, Mister Fair? [That's right, mask any negative emotions with cockiness. Be cheeky. Fake it until you make it, but in a far less damaging way than before.]
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He folds the sandwiches together, layer by later, considering Cloud's question. Anything else, huh...]
Think I got some juice on my face. [He lifts a hand to point at the corner of his mouth.] Right here. Help a guy out?
[Can you recognize his flirting now, Strife?]
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Zack's probably expecting a kiss, but Cloud just eyes Zack long enough to make it obvious that he's picked up on the hint. He lifts a hand, presses a thumb to the smudge at Zack's bottom lip, then wipes it off and lifts his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean.
Then takes the plate with his sandwich from Zack and heads over to the table.]
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LIKE AN ABSOLUTE LOSER]
Wh- dude! Dude! You can't- [chases him to the table!!!
....goes back for his sandwich, because he's still hungry. And cranky now. Hunky.]
Brutal...
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Cloud at least leans over the side of the table after Zack sits down to give him a nice, long kiss.] Sorry. [He can't forget Zack's wide, eager eyes when he'd practically begged, I wanna kiss you. Or you kiss me.
Cloud kisses him again, hand lifting to pet the hair at the back of Zack's neck sweetly.] You're just fun.
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You're such a brat. [Without venom, of course. He leans in like a magnet, happy for what he's gotten, longing for more always.] I'll get you both back one day.
[This is a lie: he's too much of a puppy to withhold anything even for a tease. But he can pretend!]
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Drags plate over so he can stand next to Zack and still reach his sandwich, taking a bite while he keeps petting Zack's hair, watching the way the guy just melts into his touch. Geez. He hasn't been doing this enough at all, has he? Cloud need to start paying better attention.]
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For real, though, Zack basically turns to mush. True puppy behaviour. That thing dogs do, tilting their head into the scritches? Yeah. If he was a familiar and had a dog's tail it would be wagging like mad. He's loving this.]
This fun, too?
[He hopes so. Sure feels nice.]
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...you're so pretty, [Cloud murmurs, looking down at how Zack's lashes are so dark and so long, especially looking at them from above. Zack's handsome, of course he's handsome; he's got big shoulders, sharp eyes, a jawline that looks like it was chiseled from marble...but here in the softness of the quiet between them, in a kitchen where Zack had cheekily said, yes sir and I wanna see you shirtless!, Cloud can't help but think that he's lovely, too. As careful as he is fierce, as malleable as he is solid.
Cloud waits for a moment to make sure he's not distracting Zack from his food before he lets his hand travel down, gently take Zack's chin and jaw in his hand (and it takes his whole hand, Zack's not even that much taller but he's so much bigger) to tilt his face up towards Cloud. Really...
Really, really beautiful.
Cloud leans down to kiss him again.]
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As Cloud kisses him again, Zack winds an arm around him, drawing him closer, allowing their bodies to brush against each other. With Cloud still shirtless, he can feel the smooth curve of the other man's back, the tension of his muscles, the bend of his spine. He's warm to the touch, and the whole thing feels so... cozy. He likes this, turns out. He likes this a lot. Cloud doesn't get affectionate all the time, but he's been noticing a shift, bit by bit, little touches growing in volume and intensity, as they grow more comfortable with what's been happening here. They're figuring things out. And Zack, who thrives on all things physical, who doesn't typically hesitate to say what's on his mind, well... it's just perfect, for him.
When the kiss ends, he tilts his head and presses it against Cloud's neck instead, his voice soft, full of affection.]
'm extra pretty 'cause I love you.
[That was definitely from a romance movie. He thinks. (Definitely.) It's the only part he remembers, but damn it was a good line, wasn't it? Full sap. He means every word.]
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The line is definitely from a movie; Cloud doesn't remember which one, but remembers it being an inside joke in his squad for a while, so it must've been one of the musty VHS tapes they kept in the barracks for entertainment when the poorly-paid troopers couldn't afford to do anything fun with a day of leave. It's cheesy but the way Zack says that kind of stuff with the full force of his sincerity, Cloud believes it this time. Zack wouldn't lie to him, and certainly not about that. He really does love him, and...Cloud can't argue that it makes him want to see and know more of Zack because of it. Makes him more alluring, makes him more beautiful.
Zack's breath is hot against his neck, and Cloud can't keep himself from getting a little...anticipatory about it. What would Zack be like with more than this? Would he cling, would he whine? Would he try to hide his face, or would he let Cloud see it? What would he look like? That surprising, searing heat from the time he spends with Aerith flash-boils the doubt in his blood, reminding Cloud again that this is how it feels, how it's supposed to feel. When he wants someone.]
...let's stay inside, [Cloud says lowly, voice hoarse and deeper for it, his fingers combing through Zack's hair, curling locks between them.]
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I'd like that, [he manages, his breath exhaling in a huff of quiet laughter, mere moments before his lips make contact with the bared skin of Cloud's neck. It's a soft kiss at first, testing the waters, gauging the reaction, and it's as much an offer as an ask. Stay inside and do what? Ball's in Cloud's court, now. (He's got some ideas, some inklings. No pressure. Only thirst.)]
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Cloud drags his fingers through Zack's hair one last time before, very reluctantly, pulling away.] Finish the sandwich. We'll take this to my room when you're done. [Cloud's shoving the last (technically two) bites into his own mouth, running his hand down Zack's neck to his shoulder before turning to head back to his bedroom to make sure his bedsheets don't reek. Maybe they'll just make out, maybe they'll do some heaving petting...maybe somebody...will get a penis touched. Or more.]
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Different from fighting, but the same as what he feels with Aerith.
He swallows. (The lump of anticipation, caught just beneath his tongue.) Then he shoves the whole rest of the sandwich in his mouth and swallows that, very unsexily, good thing Cloud already left. He dumps the dishes in the sink and hurries after, his steps thundering towards the bedroom.]
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Cloud is only just managing to kick some clothes into the closet and yank his socks off before he hears Zack clomping hurriedly down the hallway, a military jog by the sound of it, Cloud's bedroom door flinging fully open from its half-closed state.
He knew Zack was a much more tactile person than he was (not just with sparring, not just with cuddles), but it really becomes more obvious with how flushed Zack's face is, how bright his eyes are. It's- really addicting. Getting Zack to look like that, look at him like that, knowing he's got something Zack really wants and being more than ready and willing to give it to him.
What would the other guys in the squad think if they could see this? Cloud can't help a snort at the thought, reaching for Zack's wrist and pulling him over to the bed, grinning.] Remember that guy in my squad I told you about, the one I thought had a crush on you? He crashed our Junon lunch date?
He used to joke I'd never get laid.
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He'd already been dragging his shirt up over his head on the way, so by the time he walks through the door it's off entirely and he's all too happy to toss it in the pile Cloud's making. He loves where this is going. He doesn't know the destination but he's all in for the ride. He leans in as Cloud pulls, following gleefully, turning his hand around so he can clasp Cloud's, even if it's just for a moment (until they get themselves settled), and laughs at that comment.]
Was he blind, or just stupid? You looked super cute back then, you coulda gotten laid with a lot of people. Joke's on him, I guess.
[Was this before, or after the box of condoms? The guys sure spent a lot of time thinking about Cloud's sex life. Gotta love the military. Also: bed? He's gonna flop right on it, whichever way he's directed. Cloud seems to have an idea of where he wants Zack, and he enjoyed being the big bossman in the kitchen. He'd like to see how far Cloud'll take this. (Fun places, he suspects.)]
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Zack's right, joke is on him! Cloud's scrawny ass is about to fuck the hottest and most desirable SOLDIER (to him) right in his own bed! Eat your heart out, nameless squadmate.
All it takes is a little pull and push and Zack is crawling back onto the bed, gazing up at Cloud with those bright and eager eyes. Cloud's literally never done anything with a guy, but a good part of getting sexy is just mouths and skin and touching, right?
Usually Cloud would be grumpily hesitant about leaping into a situation he felt wholly unprepared for unless life-or-death called for it, but here he feels...evenly keeled. There's that simmering heat still beneath his skin, especially as Zack just straight up spreads his legs when Cloud kneels on the mattress so he can get between them, but the nervousness and the self-consciousness just falls off of him like shedding a coat. Why wouldn't this be easy, after all? Getting physical with Zack has never been difficult, and Zack so clearly wanting it helps chase off any lingering apprehension. Of course, Cloud has to give him whatever he needs.
He starts by holding onto Zack's hips, picking him up a bit and moving him around to test his leverage (and maybe strength, maybe showing off a little bit, maybe banking on the thought that Zack hasn't been like this with someone as strong as he is and wanting to show him something new). Maybe he even pulls him up a little onto Cloud's knees, into his lap.] Good like this?
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