[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?
[Jealous. It's funny to imagine. He used to go on and on about Aerith - not by name, typically, because he'd gotten enough hints from the Turks to keep his mouth shut about her identity and location, but in general - to the point where he was getting regularly teased about it. Everybody knew he had a girlfriend he was crazy about. After meeting Cloud, they'd talked here and there, paths crossing about as sporadically as two military careers allowed, but there was no denying the immediate connection they'd shared each time. He was always happy to see a familiar face, and he made friends so easily. Cloud felt different. He felt special. Certain people in his life, he just clicked with better, and that was a pretty short list, all things considered.
It's not like he felt especially... special, so to speak. Some friendships were built to be kind of surface level. And some felt like destiny. Maybe that's the jealousy Cloud means, what the other troopers were feeling. They saw something different in his expression when he looked at Cloud.
The way he looks at Cloud now is similar but very different, distinct, heat and affection and yes, desire in those gleaming mako eyes. He's not done this before either, admittedly, and with Aerith he'd been the one on the giving side (obviously) but he'd let her lead for a good chunk of it, too. If that's the route Cloud's rolling with, Zack can happily follow. He shifts as he's guided and straddles Cloud's waist, finding it a mixture of bony and comfortable, lithe limbs and firm muscles. It's good. Not too soft, something he's less used to after years of mostly roughing it. The question makes him chuckle, shifting his weight to playfully grind against Cloud in response. Cloud's got the right instincts, it's really attractive that the other can just heft him around and manhandle him as he pleases. He doesn't need a reminder that Cloud is strong, he sees it every day. Still nice to experience it firsthand.]
Gonna upgrade that to great, soon as you get over here and let me kiss you.
Could you cool it for a second? [Cloud asks, the echo of a shocked laugh in his tone. That- okay, like, that grind had been really good, easy and rough in a way he was too afraid to be with Aerith because he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be careful enough to soothe his own nerves with that. Maybe he should have a talk with her about it, later. (Or right now, maybe she wants to sit in, maybe- STOP. Later. God. That's so much. Later.)
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting a little hard, Zack that very him mix of impatient and confident as he lays with his shoulders on the bed and his hips up in Cloud's kneeling lap. What would it be like if Zack's ankles crossed behind Cloud's back, while Cloud was moving against him? In him?
Hoo boy.]
Lemme take my time, alright? [Cloud asks lowly, though he does bend forward to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss before pulling away and letting himself look.]
[Zack sets free a muffled, groaning whine into the kiss, his cheeks a robust shade of pink as Cloud withdraws, but he manages to restrain himself after, licking his lips and halting his shifting hips while Cloud figures himself out.]
Okay, okay, okay... [Does Cloud know what he's asking for, here!? Like, he'll do it, but god. That feeling is spreading, the sweaty, heated urgency, and he's having to fend it off like a feral wolf.
He's going to try, though. Because Cloud's looking at him like that, kissing him like that. He wants to see what Cloud does when he can take his time, actually.] Take it slow, then.
[God. Damn. What is he so pretty for??? SERIOUSLY?]
Thatta boy, [Cloud replies before he even has a second to think twice about it, voice still that calm murmur, his own eyes probably weirdly intense as he takes his time looking over Zack's legitimately great torso. He's broad, wide shoulders and chest with a thicker waist than Cloud's, even though he's not huge like some of the other SOLDIERs had been. Cloud takes his time squeezing down his sides to test how solid they are.
There's the scars, of course. They all have their few scars; white or pink lines here and there, cuts and scrapes and burns acquired over the short course of their hard lives that hadn't healed properly, or had been too severe to completely fade. Aerith has that eerie white line on her stomach and back, matching. Cloud has the same, about a hand's length down from his right nipple; clean in and out, front and back.
Zack's got little ragged round marks all up and down his chest, his stomach, his collarbones, down to the top of his hips. They're not super obvious from far away but here, underneath Cloud's fingers as he traces them like braille, they couldn't possibly be ignored. It reminds him, briefly, of hugging Zack's head to his chest for a handful of panicked seconds in the Otherworld, the cacophonous clinking of shotgun shells cascading down the street outside as Zack had trembled in terror against him, clutching hard enough to hurt.
...not right now. This isn't about the past, or what they've lived through. This isn't about anything but the two of them, alone in Cloud's room, on Cloud's bed, indulging in bodies and touch in defiance of all the pain they've both been subjected to. Fuck everyone else and everything else that's ever hurt.
Cloud smooths his hands up Zack's chest again, his palms dragging up and down his skin and watching the way Zack sucks in breath after heavier breath, mako-bright eyes burning darker each time he does with playful frustration. He wants to see the way Zack's throat looks when he tips his head back.] Mm. Can I fuck you? [The question isn't what he'd originally intended to ask, but once it's out Cloud knows that's what he'd really wanted. Maybe Zack's right. Maybe slow isn't going to cut it.]
[Zack had held his breath for a handful of moments without realizing it, in those first exploratory touches on the bullet scars marking up his chest. He was never really one for scar shyness, back in the day. The cross on his cheek was unavoidable, he'd learned to live with it, and despite the tragic circumstances of how he'd originally gotten it, he even embraced the badassery. The rest of his scars were proof that he fought and lived, and each one is a story. Fought that monster, completed that mission, cleared that trial. These are different, though. They're ugly, and they killed him. And maybe they're too ugly, too much. Aerith didn't mind, but Cloud was there, it could kill the mood, and... and.
He exhales, then, because something about the way Cloud's looking at him blows all of those absurd thoughts right out of his mind. No one with eyes like that gives a shit about scars. Those roving hands explore marks and muscles freely, abs and abnormalities, but there's no disgust or disinterest in Cloud's expression. Zack's hands curl in the sheet beneath him (he wants to grab and kiss and touch and stroke and goddammit why did he agree to let Cloud take his time with this-)
"Can I fuck you?"
Oh. Oh, hell. What the hell. That's doing something to him, and Cloud will feel it beneath his palms, the shiver that travels up Zack's body, the suffusion of fresh heat across his skin, the way his breath hitches just so. Can he? Oh, can he.]
You can, and you'd better, [he manages, a bit of huffing laughter in his voice, giving it a huskier tone than normal. Cloud's words caught him off guard, but besides the surprise, there's no hesitation to be found here.] Fuck the hell out of me.
[His permission severs the last remaining tie that holds back his patience (short lived as ever), and his hands lift, grasping at Cloud's face, long fingers curled to the back of his neck to drag him down into another kiss, less tender, less closed-mouth. More fuck me energy. He'd like that very much, turns out, his whole body open and responding to the idea.]
[Zack wraps around him as Cloud goes down; legs up around Cloud's waist, hands around his shoulder and neck, fingertips scratching up into his hair as he pulls, desperate. So impatient, but- shit, Cloud gets it, wow does he get it. Zack wants Cloud to fuck him, Zack wants Cloud to really fuck him. How hard does he want it? Will he-
Cloud shudders, kissing back so firmly that he thinks he might bruise Zack's lips; again, and a third time before he finally pulls back and kisses Zack's cheek, jaw, his neck. Grips Zack's hips and pulls them against him, feeling the hardening line of his cock against Zack's ass through his pants and grinding there, wondering, hoping. He doesn't entirely know how to have sex with another dude, but Cloud at least knows enough that you cannot just stick it in dry like you usually can with girls. They need some stuff.] Mhn- [Cloud swallows one of the little moans that have started seeping out between his teeth as he's been kissing and biting at Zack's throat, pulling back and gazing down at him, breathless,] Oil works, right? Cooking oil, or like- I dunno, that coconut shit we have in the kitchen?
[Cloud sure took him on a journey for a minute there. He's kissing back whenever he can catch those lips, but they're wandering too quickly, exploring the bare inches of him with such ferocity, and he loves every second. He doesn't need soft right now, he's hungry, and Cloud got the memo loud and clear.
The question jars Zack out of the makeout bliss, and he blinks a few times, trying to think and stay focused on the words, which is really goddamn hard when Cloud's scraping teeth and lips on the most sensitive parts of his neck.
...Not the only thing that's goddamn hard right n-]
Lube, [he manages, one hand sneaking away from Cloud to flail at the nightstand. Water?? Is there water? Who doesn't have water on their nightstand these days. ...if not, sure, coconut oil or whatever. He's heard enough locker talk, he may not have done this before but he's gotten stories, he's gotten the gist more or less. The other hand is going for his pocket, dragging said spoon free.] You got water? With the... uh. Spoon. We can get lube.
[Dear Thirteen, we don't like you but your convenience magic can get us laid, please-]
[Cloud blinks stupidly at Zack for a solid ten seconds before he catches on, actually startling before he snaps his gaze to his nightstand- Cloud is a psychopath, because he doesn't take water to bed. They just need water-! Right! They can custom order shit from home!]
Wait- just wait here, [Cloud orders pleadingly, kissing Zack hard, pulling b- no, kissing one more time. Getting up off of him t- NO just one more time, okay, kissing one more time open-mouthed and wet, NOW he's getting up off of Zack to dash out of the r- stops, points at Zack breathlessly,] Pants off. Getting water. Right there, don't move, [and off he goes to the kitchen to scramble for a glass. You know what? Now that he isn't compromised under the deliriously sexy look on Zack's unfairly gorgeous face, he's gonna shoot a text to the only person he can think to ask this question of.]
[Hrnghh. Cloud's too good a kisser, turns out. (Lots of practice at this point. Aerith's amazing at that, and he's no slouch either. Heh.) Zack lifts up off the bed a few inches as Cloud finally pulls away, drawn like a magnet, and the don't move has him pausing, flopping backwards with a groan that almost sounds like a whine. Really feeling the horny frustration in this moment.
If nothing else he is GREAT at following orders (that he can remember), though, so when Cloud vanishes out the bedroom door, off those pants go! He is so very primed and ready to get back into the hot and heavy when Cloud returns.
....
....
Taking him longer than expected to just get some water. Hmm.
....
Okay, yeah, this is taking forever. (It's probably only been like a minute, but this is Zack, so patience is not his strongest trait here.) He leans over the side of the bed to fish his trousers back, snagging his own relic. Great idea + distraction from his impatient dick, he's so very smart.]
No, just... [Sets the glass on the nightstand, climbing onto the bed next to Zack and not completely able to avoid looking down at his dick. He doesn't climb back on top of Zack just yet, embarrassed and unsure. Was it really that long?] I was asking Aerith. If she knew if there was something else I should do. I, uh. [Rubs his fingers over his lips.] I don't want this to suck for you.
[Oh, huh. This is actually serious. Zack's brows shift to surprise this time, and he discards his relic with the water and reaches a hand up, first to ruffle Cloud's hair - you goober - then to slide it down, an affectionate brush of Cloud's cheek.]
Hey. We're awesome, right? It was never gonna suck. We'll figure it out and it's gonna be great. [He jerks his thumb over his shoulder.] I was kinda texting Sharon. Same idea. I wanted some advice in case you were gettin' nervous.
Not...nervous. [Turns his head just a touch so he can kiss Zack's palm, eyes half-closed. Relishes in the smell of Zack's skin, strong at his wrist, and reaches over to lean above him, propping himself up with a hand on the bed behind Zack's hip.] ...ignore me. I'm thinking too much again.
[Zack is fine. Even if Cloud fucks something up and hurts him somehow, Zack will be fine. He's resilient and strong and much, much smarter with people than Cloud could ever hope to be. He'd already promised Zack he'd try, that he wanted to take care of him. Sitting here, concerned over nothing and making Zack wait is not taking care of him.
Cloud blinks again, indulges in one last press of his mouth into Zack's hand like a desperately affectionate cat before he pulls away and scoots back on the bed, far enough so he can wiggle out of his own pants.] All right Fair, you got two seconds to decide what you want first: my fingers in you or your dick sucked. [HAS HE PRACTICED ONCE OR TWICE IN CURIOUS ANTICIPATION??? There ARE bananas in the house, so........]
[It's such a soft moment, initially. Cloud baring his heart and admitting that weakness, accepting the warm comfort of Zack's hand, the sweet kisses that follow. Zack hopes, through the sweet smile he offers up and the reassuring nod, that Cloud understands he will not ignore him, but yeah, he's overthinking it, and he truly does believe this'll be amazing. Because of Cloud's presence, not despite it. They're good.
And then Cloud drops that on him, and the effect is immediate. Half the blood in him goes to his cheeks in a wild flush, the other half goes straight to his dick. It is, as the kids say, super effective.]
Two- [SHIT IT'S ALREADY PASSING] S-suck it!
[Maybe he needs a little more mental prep before he can fully appreciate fingers up his ass. But also maybe he wants to see those pretty kiss-red lips wrapped around him.
...Oh.] Wait, wait. First! [He grabs his spoon again and dunks it into the water Cloud brought, leaving it there in case they need to summon more on the fly. And lo, they have lube.] Now we're good to go.
[Is definitely snickering to himself; he'd asked it like that on purpose after all, and Zack hadn't disappointed in his reaction. Always trust him to lighten the mood, even if he doesn't do it on purpose.
Okay, so. Sucking cock. Cloud rolls back over slowly after kicking his pants aside, and...takes a look at that dick. He's seen his own often enough, and though once in a while he'd seen a dick not just in the military but while AVALANCHE was traveling across the Planet (look, baths and close quarters and so forth, these things happen), he didn't...linger. Because that would be weird. And now he's lingering, because they're having sex, and it's...not so weird. That's a dick, sure, but that's Zack right above it.
So instead of staring down, Cloud looks up into Zack's face instead, taking Zack's dick in hand and smoothing his thumb underneath the head, letting his other hand wander and feel his hip, thigh, that warm, warm skin with blood vessels right near the surface. After a moment to get used to the feeling (his dick is...the skin is way softer than Cloud had imagined it to be), Cloud licks his lips and lowers his mouth to suck on the head, exploring gently.]
[Watching Zack's face, he sure gets a show. At first he's also watching Cloud, fascinated and eager, horny as shit for how good Cloud looks hovering over him with a dick in his hand. Zack's dick. He can feel every inch of contact, and he's quick to harden fully once more even before he's enveloped by a warm, wet mouth.
He groans, eyes flaring wide at first, then clenching shut, the blood pulsing fast through his veins, something Cloud will feel through his mouth and hands easily enough. One of his hands goes to his own mouth, half-muffling the noise he makes before dragging it away again- he's not here to be quiet, and what does it matter if he's loud? (He never has to be quiet with Cloud ever again, he knows that well.) Instead he grips at the sheets, his head arching, and a rush of heat goes to his cheeks, painting them a flustered red.]
Holy shit, [is about all he can muster. All signs point towards: please continue? Please, please continue.]
It's mostly exploratory; definitely not the kind of blowjob one gives when impatient and impassioned, but at the very least Cloud doesn't hesitate or stop touching Zack every ten seconds. It's a little surprising; he's touched himself before, of course, gotten himself off many times, but being on the other end of the same parts is...different. It's almost like Cloud has to rearrange his thinking, like driving a car in reverse the entire way.
Zack making those sounds is really good, though. Zack starting to muffle himself before letting it go, Zack grabbing onto the sheets, the edge of the mattress, the headboard once when Cloud got experimental with his tongue under the head of his dick- that's all really good. Even more than seeing Zack naked and feeling and smelling all that skin, even more than knowing Zack wants Cloud to fuck him, hearing Zack get lost in the sensations because of Cloud is turning him on. Enough that he presses his hips down against the bed for the pressure, jerking Zack off at a medium pace as he rubs at his jaw to give it a rest, looking up at him.] -mouth startin' to hurt. Gimme the, [he gestures to the nightstand with the glass. Maybe he can start with his fingers and get back to sucking Zack off while he's doing it. That'll be a good distraction. (Maybe also he wants to give Zack as much pleasure as possible. Maybe he wants Zack to get his hand in Cloud's hair and pull.)]
[Zack takes a moment after Cloud withdraws, panting a bit and listening to the quick-quick pounding of his heart in his chest. (Hoo boy. Hoooo boy.) That was pretty intense even if it was exploratory. Zack's doing some exploring of his own in his head right now, namely: Cloud looks fucking hot with a dick in his mouth (specifically his dick) looking up (specifically at him) pinning him down (HOO BOY HOO BOY). So far the results of that exploration is hot hot hot and also I want this man to fuck me so hard the bed breaks which are very good discoveries, turns out.
After that dizzying moment Zack manages to follow Cloud's gesture, blinking through the brain processing, then hands it over, propping himself up on his elbows.]
If it hurts, you wanna switch? I can go a round.
[He wouldn't mind giving the whole dick-sucking a shot. Though the downside is if Cloud wants to prep and they go the 69 route he can't watch all those fun faces he knows he's been making this whole time. Hmm. Pros and cons...]
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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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It's not like he felt especially... special, so to speak. Some friendships were built to be kind of surface level. And some felt like destiny. Maybe that's the jealousy Cloud means, what the other troopers were feeling. They saw something different in his expression when he looked at Cloud.
The way he looks at Cloud now is similar but very different, distinct, heat and affection and yes, desire in those gleaming mako eyes. He's not done this before either, admittedly, and with Aerith he'd been the one on the giving side (obviously) but he'd let her lead for a good chunk of it, too. If that's the route Cloud's rolling with, Zack can happily follow. He shifts as he's guided and straddles Cloud's waist, finding it a mixture of bony and comfortable, lithe limbs and firm muscles. It's good. Not too soft, something he's less used to after years of mostly roughing it. The question makes him chuckle, shifting his weight to playfully grind against Cloud in response. Cloud's got the right instincts, it's really attractive that the other can just heft him around and manhandle him as he pleases. He doesn't need a reminder that Cloud is strong, he sees it every day. Still nice to experience it firsthand.]
Gonna upgrade that to great, soon as you get over here and let me kiss you.
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He'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting a little hard, Zack that very him mix of impatient and confident as he lays with his shoulders on the bed and his hips up in Cloud's kneeling lap. What would it be like if Zack's ankles crossed behind Cloud's back, while Cloud was moving against him? In him?
Hoo boy.]
Lemme take my time, alright? [Cloud asks lowly, though he does bend forward to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss before pulling away and letting himself look.]
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Okay, okay, okay... [Does Cloud know what he's asking for, here!? Like, he'll do it, but god. That feeling is spreading, the sweaty, heated urgency, and he's having to fend it off like a feral wolf.
He's going to try, though. Because Cloud's looking at him like that, kissing him like that. He wants to see what Cloud does when he can take his time, actually.] Take it slow, then.
[But hurry up-]
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Thatta boy, [Cloud replies before he even has a second to think twice about it, voice still that calm murmur, his own eyes probably weirdly intense as he takes his time looking over Zack's legitimately great torso. He's broad, wide shoulders and chest with a thicker waist than Cloud's, even though he's not huge like some of the other SOLDIERs had been. Cloud takes his time squeezing down his sides to test how solid they are.
There's the scars, of course. They all have their few scars; white or pink lines here and there, cuts and scrapes and burns acquired over the short course of their hard lives that hadn't healed properly, or had been too severe to completely fade. Aerith has that eerie white line on her stomach and back, matching. Cloud has the same, about a hand's length down from his right nipple; clean in and out, front and back.
Zack's got little ragged round marks all up and down his chest, his stomach, his collarbones, down to the top of his hips. They're not super obvious from far away but here, underneath Cloud's fingers as he traces them like braille, they couldn't possibly be ignored. It reminds him, briefly, of hugging Zack's head to his chest for a handful of panicked seconds in the Otherworld, the cacophonous clinking of shotgun shells cascading down the street outside as Zack had trembled in terror against him, clutching hard enough to hurt.
...not right now. This isn't about the past, or what they've lived through. This isn't about anything but the two of them, alone in Cloud's room, on Cloud's bed, indulging in bodies and touch in defiance of all the pain they've both been subjected to. Fuck everyone else and everything else that's ever hurt.
Cloud smooths his hands up Zack's chest again, his palms dragging up and down his skin and watching the way Zack sucks in breath after heavier breath, mako-bright eyes burning darker each time he does with playful frustration. He wants to see the way Zack's throat looks when he tips his head back.] Mm. Can I fuck you? [The question isn't what he'd originally intended to ask, but once it's out Cloud knows that's what he'd really wanted. Maybe Zack's right. Maybe slow isn't going to cut it.]
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He exhales, then, because something about the way Cloud's looking at him blows all of those absurd thoughts right out of his mind. No one with eyes like that gives a shit about scars. Those roving hands explore marks and muscles freely, abs and abnormalities, but there's no disgust or disinterest in Cloud's expression. Zack's hands curl in the sheet beneath him (he wants to grab and kiss and touch and stroke and goddammit why did he agree to let Cloud take his time with this-)
"Can I fuck you?"
Oh. Oh, hell. What the hell. That's doing something to him, and Cloud will feel it beneath his palms, the shiver that travels up Zack's body, the suffusion of fresh heat across his skin, the way his breath hitches just so. Can he? Oh, can he.]
You can, and you'd better, [he manages, a bit of huffing laughter in his voice, giving it a huskier tone than normal. Cloud's words caught him off guard, but besides the surprise, there's no hesitation to be found here.] Fuck the hell out of me.
[His permission severs the last remaining tie that holds back his patience (short lived as ever), and his hands lift, grasping at Cloud's face, long fingers curled to the back of his neck to drag him down into another kiss, less tender, less closed-mouth. More fuck me energy. He'd like that very much, turns out, his whole body open and responding to the idea.]
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Cloud shudders, kissing back so firmly that he thinks he might bruise Zack's lips; again, and a third time before he finally pulls back and kisses Zack's cheek, jaw, his neck. Grips Zack's hips and pulls them against him, feeling the hardening line of his cock against Zack's ass through his pants and grinding there, wondering, hoping. He doesn't entirely know how to have sex with another dude, but Cloud at least knows enough that you cannot just stick it in dry like you usually can with girls. They need some stuff.] Mhn- [Cloud swallows one of the little moans that have started seeping out between his teeth as he's been kissing and biting at Zack's throat, pulling back and gazing down at him, breathless,] Oil works, right? Cooking oil, or like- I dunno, that coconut shit we have in the kitchen?
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The question jars Zack out of the makeout bliss, and he blinks a few times, trying to think and stay focused on the words, which is really goddamn hard when Cloud's scraping teeth and lips on the most sensitive parts of his neck.
...Not the only thing that's goddamn hard right n-]
Lube, [he manages, one hand sneaking away from Cloud to flail at the nightstand. Water?? Is there water? Who doesn't have water on their nightstand these days. ...if not, sure, coconut oil or whatever. He's heard enough locker talk, he may not have done this before but he's gotten stories, he's gotten the gist more or less. The other hand is going for his pocket, dragging said spoon free.] You got water? With the... uh. Spoon. We can get lube.
[Dear Thirteen, we don't like you but your convenience magic can get us laid, please-]
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Wait- just wait here, [Cloud orders pleadingly, kissing Zack hard, pulling b- no, kissing one more time. Getting up off of him t- NO just one more time, okay, kissing one more time open-mouthed and wet, NOW he's getting up off of Zack to dash out of the r- stops, points at Zack breathlessly,] Pants off. Getting water. Right there, don't move, [and off he goes to the kitchen to scramble for a glass. You know what? Now that he isn't compromised under the deliriously sexy look on Zack's unfairly gorgeous face, he's gonna shoot a text to the only person he can think to ask this question of.]
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If nothing else he is GREAT at following orders (that he can remember), though, so when Cloud vanishes out the bedroom door, off those pants go! He is so very primed and ready to get back into the hot and heavy when Cloud returns.
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Taking him longer than expected to just get some water. Hmm.
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Okay, yeah, this is taking forever. (It's probably only been like a minute, but this is Zack, so patience is not his strongest trait here.) He leans over the side of the bed to fish his trousers back, snagging his own relic. Great idea + distraction from his impatient dick, he's so very smart.]
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Are you on your phone?
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What was I gonna do, stare at the ceiling? Did you walk to the lake?
[His boner's practically gone, you got some work to do, dude.
....sends a quick bye to Sharon though, he's done texting for real now.]
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Hey. We're awesome, right? It was never gonna suck. We'll figure it out and it's gonna be great. [He jerks his thumb over his shoulder.] I was kinda texting Sharon. Same idea. I wanted some advice in case you were gettin' nervous.
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[Zack is fine. Even if Cloud fucks something up and hurts him somehow, Zack will be fine. He's resilient and strong and much, much smarter with people than Cloud could ever hope to be. He'd already promised Zack he'd try, that he wanted to take care of him. Sitting here, concerned over nothing and making Zack wait is not taking care of him.
Cloud blinks again, indulges in one last press of his mouth into Zack's hand like a desperately affectionate cat before he pulls away and scoots back on the bed, far enough so he can wiggle out of his own pants.] All right Fair, you got two seconds to decide what you want first: my fingers in you or your dick sucked. [HAS HE PRACTICED ONCE OR TWICE IN CURIOUS ANTICIPATION??? There ARE bananas in the house, so........]
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And then Cloud drops that on him, and the effect is immediate. Half the blood in him goes to his cheeks in a wild flush, the other half goes straight to his dick. It is, as the kids say, super effective.]
Two- [SHIT IT'S ALREADY PASSING] S-suck it!
[Maybe he needs a little more mental prep before he can fully appreciate fingers up his ass. But also maybe he wants to see those pretty kiss-red lips wrapped around him.
...Oh.] Wait, wait. First! [He grabs his spoon again and dunks it into the water Cloud brought, leaving it there in case they need to summon more on the fly. And lo, they have lube.] Now we're good to go.
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Okay, so. Sucking cock. Cloud rolls back over slowly after kicking his pants aside, and...takes a look at that dick. He's seen his own often enough, and though once in a while he'd seen a dick not just in the military but while AVALANCHE was traveling across the Planet (look, baths and close quarters and so forth, these things happen), he didn't...linger. Because that would be weird. And now he's lingering, because they're having sex, and it's...not so weird. That's a dick, sure, but that's Zack right above it.
So instead of staring down, Cloud looks up into Zack's face instead, taking Zack's dick in hand and smoothing his thumb underneath the head, letting his other hand wander and feel his hip, thigh, that warm, warm skin with blood vessels right near the surface. After a moment to get used to the feeling (his dick is...the skin is way softer than Cloud had imagined it to be), Cloud licks his lips and lowers his mouth to suck on the head, exploring gently.]
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He groans, eyes flaring wide at first, then clenching shut, the blood pulsing fast through his veins, something Cloud will feel through his mouth and hands easily enough. One of his hands goes to his own mouth, half-muffling the noise he makes before dragging it away again- he's not here to be quiet, and what does it matter if he's loud? (He never has to be quiet with Cloud ever again, he knows that well.) Instead he grips at the sheets, his head arching, and a rush of heat goes to his cheeks, painting them a flustered red.]
Holy shit, [is about all he can muster. All signs point towards: please continue? Please, please continue.]
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It's mostly exploratory; definitely not the kind of blowjob one gives when impatient and impassioned, but at the very least Cloud doesn't hesitate or stop touching Zack every ten seconds. It's a little surprising; he's touched himself before, of course, gotten himself off many times, but being on the other end of the same parts is...different. It's almost like Cloud has to rearrange his thinking, like driving a car in reverse the entire way.
Zack making those sounds is really good, though. Zack starting to muffle himself before letting it go, Zack grabbing onto the sheets, the edge of the mattress, the headboard once when Cloud got experimental with his tongue under the head of his dick- that's all really good. Even more than seeing Zack naked and feeling and smelling all that skin, even more than knowing Zack wants Cloud to fuck him, hearing Zack get lost in the sensations because of Cloud is turning him on. Enough that he presses his hips down against the bed for the pressure, jerking Zack off at a medium pace as he rubs at his jaw to give it a rest, looking up at him.] -mouth startin' to hurt. Gimme the, [he gestures to the nightstand with the glass. Maybe he can start with his fingers and get back to sucking Zack off while he's doing it. That'll be a good distraction. (Maybe also he wants to give Zack as much pleasure as possible. Maybe he wants Zack to get his hand in Cloud's hair and pull.)]
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After that dizzying moment Zack manages to follow Cloud's gesture, blinking through the brain processing, then hands it over, propping himself up on his elbows.]
If it hurts, you wanna switch? I can go a round.
[He wouldn't mind giving the whole dick-sucking a shot. Though the downside is if Cloud wants to prep and they go the 69 route he can't watch all those fun faces he knows he's been making this whole time. Hmm. Pros and cons...]
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