[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.
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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...]
[Debates very, VERY carefully about that. The idea of Zack sucking his dick is...is so tempting. It's definitely an image he wants to see in real life, that dark hair between his legs, Zack's thick arms wrapped around his thighs-
Cloud clears his throat, pretending like Zack didn't just see his own dick jump at the thought and fishes the lube out of the glass, handing it back and flipping open the cap to squeeze some out on his fingers.] N-next time, [he manages, and instead uses his slick hand to give Zack's cock a few slow, firm pumps instead. It means he won't be able to suck Zack's dick again because that shit looks like it tastes terrible, but he's also pretty sure he shouldn't try two new things at the same time. Better be careful with the goods if he doesn't want to hurt Zack accidentally. He might be SOLDIER-tough but balls are balls.]
Lay back. Lemme take care of you. [Yeah, actually, as much as Cloud's mouth waters at the thought of getting head from Zack, he's really turned on by the idea of forcing Zack to be a bit of a pillow princess for a while. If only because Zack's really cute when he gets frustrated, and kind of hot when he gets impatient.]
[Just put a pin in that, because it'll definitely happen at some point. Zack pouts a little, but it's brief, laying back obediently. If Cloud wants to pamper him, then- oh, that actually feels really good, those lubed fingers around his length, stroking him back to full mast, though he'd already been 95% of the way there thanks to the tonguework from earlier. He makes a soft whining noise of unhelpful incoherence, the tail end of it tapering into a groan as he rests fully against the pillow once more.]
Not gonna catch me complaining... [Whining? A tiny bit. But it's more or less for the same reason Cloud's refusing his offer: he wants to eventually see Cloud at his mercy, too. He wants to witness Cloud making the same noises and faces he's quite certain he is making right now.
Later. Hrngh. He's still a little tense about what's coming, due to the whole first-time thing, but that hand really is working wonders to keep him settled and squirmy.]
[Yeah Cloud is noticing that. He's never, y'know, stuck a finger in another guy's ass so he can't tell for sure whether or not this is normal, but Zack's thighs are kind of tense in a way that doesn't have to do with this subpar handjob he's currently getting.
Cloud huffs through his nose, impatient with himself more than anything, and cups Zack's dick carefully out of the way so he can lean forward over him, duck down and give Zack a kiss. It's a far reach given that Zack has both legs and torso for days and Cloud wasn't right up in there, but hopefully it pulls Zack's attention away from how his other hand his moving, wet fingers pressing against him careful but insistently until he can finally squeeze one inside and start moving it around. Keeping that other hand rubbing Zack's cock as Cloud gives up on making out to kiss down his chest instead. He needs to make good on that promise to take care of him if he's gonna throw his words around like that.]
[And Zack is... well, Zack is trusting the process, mostly, because at first it feels weird as hell, and no amount of kissing and feeling up can completely erase the sensation of something entering the exit, so to speak. Not unpleasant! Doesn't even hurt. Just weird.
Not to say Cloud's efforts are for nothing; far from it, in fact, and as the moments pass and that wandering hand and those lips massage and pamper his naked skin, he's embracing it. Every touch feels good, then great, then- kind of amazing, actually, and the progression, the effectiveness of Cloud's efforts shows in his responding voice and the noises he makes, unable to help his rising pants and low groans.]
Holy shit, man. You're really good at this... ah- do that again? That thing, just now-
[He's relaxing! Good job, Strife, you're nailing the assignment.]
[Hehe heh...if u mean by 'NAILing the 'ASSignment'.......
Cloud, feeling entirely too proud of himself and smug about making this weird...butt-feeling stuff going on work out well, has been switching between jerking Zack off and moving his finger(s because there are two now) in and out of him, like he's done with Aerith when just exploring each other. And Zack is just- Cloud was sure Zack would have yelled at him to get to the good stuff about five minutes ago, sure that Zack wanted to just get good and hard fucked and sure, yes, Cloud will definitely do that, but-
Well, he really didn't expect this to work out this well. Zack's so fucking hot.]
Which? [Cloud can barely talk over a murmur, like he's afraid to shatter the mood, but does both the wrist twist around Zack's cock and the fingertip petting inside of Zack at the same time, figuring it had to have been one of those and nobody ever turned down mild experimentation with a handjob.] You are really sexy like this, man. It really feels that good in there? [Pets his fingertips again, against that spot he found a little while ago that feels different. That's gotta be like, what a guy's G-spot is supposed to be. Yeah, better remember where that is, maybe he'll have to get Zack on his stomach to make sure gets that really good...]
The noise Zack makes in response is loud, actually kind of embarrassingly so on his part, judging by the brighter flush that crosses his cheeks. Zack Fair is not an easy man to embarrass, but he's also not used to involuntary moaning with enough volume and emphasis to wake the whole goddamn household. His back arches, the movement shifting Cloud's finger enough to brush against that perfect spot once more, prompting another stuttering sound out of him. Holy shit indeed.]
Sexy? Huh- ah, right there, oh man, right there, what'd you do?
[He likes the cock-stroking, that much is evident by the firm and unfaltering hardness in Cloud's grip, but his responses make it very obvious that the prostate's been found and marked. Yes please thank you-
Zack shifts a bit on the bed, gripping the pillow from behind and kinda shucking it under his back a bit to prop himself up, allowing his head to slump over it rather than on. He's tweaking the angle, trying to make it easier for Cloud to find the spot again. Cloud might just get that pillow princess vibe he's looking for.]
[Yessss...fucking yesss. Zack starts trying to shove that pillow lower and Cloud takes his hand off his cock to help, holding his hand out for the other pillow. Once Zack passes it along he helps stuff it beneath Zack's hips, further up right beneath the small of his back.] It's like a kind of bump or something; feels different. [From the rest of Zack's ridiculously hot and tight insides,] Hold on, lemme, [and Cloud presses his two fingers together and rubs at it, curling them up as if gesturing for someone to move closer. Maybe he should be making sure Zack's okay with Cloud getting in him because like, now he's getting impatient, but Zack is being so-
He's being so fussy, kind of agitated, and the way he's moving, his back arching, pushing his chest out- his voice, his fuckin' voice, he's never sounded like that even when he and Cloud have gotten a little handsy with each other. It's making his guts clench and simmer at the same time.
He's gonna be inside of this guy. Cloud's going to fuck him, and make him sound and look like that, dialed up to eleven.]
[Cloud rubs those fingers into his prostate again and the noise Zack utters is kind of wild, fingers twisting in the sheets, his legs curving around Cloud's hips and trying to drag him closer. It disrupts the angle of the exploring fingers somewhat, and that makes Zack exhale a frustrated noise, trying to chase that high again (like it isn't his fault Cloud lost the spot). One more grind as Cloud relocates it, one more desperate whine out of Zack, and that is apparently the breaking point.
Zack reaches up, resting one sweaty palm against Cloud's chest, trying to push him backwards. His face is deeply flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and eagerness.]
God, enough, enough. Get out. Hurry up and fuck me, I'm gonna explode.
[Cloud's been very slow and gentle, and it's been amazing. Now stop it!]
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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.
....
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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Cloud clears his throat, pretending like Zack didn't just see his own dick jump at the thought and fishes the lube out of the glass, handing it back and flipping open the cap to squeeze some out on his fingers.] N-next time, [he manages, and instead uses his slick hand to give Zack's cock a few slow, firm pumps instead. It means he won't be able to suck Zack's dick again because that shit looks like it tastes terrible, but he's also pretty sure he shouldn't try two new things at the same time. Better be careful with the goods if he doesn't want to hurt Zack accidentally. He might be SOLDIER-tough but balls are balls.]
Lay back. Lemme take care of you. [Yeah, actually, as much as Cloud's mouth waters at the thought of getting head from Zack, he's really turned on by the idea of forcing Zack to be a bit of a pillow princess for a while. If only because Zack's really cute when he gets frustrated, and kind of hot when he gets impatient.]
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Not gonna catch me complaining... [Whining? A tiny bit. But it's more or less for the same reason Cloud's refusing his offer: he wants to eventually see Cloud at his mercy, too. He wants to witness Cloud making the same noises and faces he's quite certain he is making right now.
Later. Hrngh. He's still a little tense about what's coming, due to the whole first-time thing, but that hand really is working wonders to keep him settled and squirmy.]
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Cloud huffs through his nose, impatient with himself more than anything, and cups Zack's dick carefully out of the way so he can lean forward over him, duck down and give Zack a kiss. It's a far reach given that Zack has both legs and torso for days and Cloud wasn't right up in there, but hopefully it pulls Zack's attention away from how his other hand his moving, wet fingers pressing against him careful but insistently until he can finally squeeze one inside and start moving it around. Keeping that other hand rubbing Zack's cock as Cloud gives up on making out to kiss down his chest instead. He needs to make good on that promise to take care of him if he's gonna throw his words around like that.]
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Not to say Cloud's efforts are for nothing; far from it, in fact, and as the moments pass and that wandering hand and those lips massage and pamper his naked skin, he's embracing it. Every touch feels good, then great, then- kind of amazing, actually, and the progression, the effectiveness of Cloud's efforts shows in his responding voice and the noises he makes, unable to help his rising pants and low groans.]
Holy shit, man. You're really good at this... ah- do that again? That thing, just now-
[He's relaxing! Good job, Strife, you're nailing the assignment.]
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Cloud, feeling entirely too proud of himself and smug about making this weird...butt-feeling stuff going on work out well, has been switching between jerking Zack off and moving his finger(s because there are two now) in and out of him, like he's done with Aerith when just exploring each other. And Zack is just- Cloud was sure Zack would have yelled at him to get to the good stuff about five minutes ago, sure that Zack wanted to just get good and hard fucked and sure, yes, Cloud will definitely do that, but-
Well, he really didn't expect this to work out this well. Zack's so fucking hot.]
Which? [Cloud can barely talk over a murmur, like he's afraid to shatter the mood, but does both the wrist twist around Zack's cock and the fingertip petting inside of Zack at the same time, figuring it had to have been one of those and nobody ever turned down mild experimentation with a handjob.] You are really sexy like this, man. It really feels that good in there? [Pets his fingertips again, against that spot he found a little while ago that feels different. That's gotta be like, what a guy's G-spot is supposed to be. Yeah, better remember where that is, maybe he'll have to get Zack on his stomach to make sure gets that really good...]
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The noise Zack makes in response is loud, actually kind of embarrassingly so on his part, judging by the brighter flush that crosses his cheeks. Zack Fair is not an easy man to embarrass, but he's also not used to involuntary moaning with enough volume and emphasis to wake the whole goddamn household. His back arches, the movement shifting Cloud's finger enough to brush against that perfect spot once more, prompting another stuttering sound out of him. Holy shit indeed.]
Sexy? Huh- ah, right there, oh man, right there, what'd you do?
[He likes the cock-stroking, that much is evident by the firm and unfaltering hardness in Cloud's grip, but his responses make it very obvious that the prostate's been found and marked. Yes please thank you-
Zack shifts a bit on the bed, gripping the pillow from behind and kinda shucking it under his back a bit to prop himself up, allowing his head to slump over it rather than on. He's tweaking the angle, trying to make it easier for Cloud to find the spot again. Cloud might just get that pillow princess vibe he's looking for.]
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He's being so fussy, kind of agitated, and the way he's moving, his back arching, pushing his chest out- his voice, his fuckin' voice, he's never sounded like that even when he and Cloud have gotten a little handsy with each other. It's making his guts clench and simmer at the same time.
He's gonna be inside of this guy. Cloud's going to fuck him, and make him sound and look like that, dialed up to eleven.]
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Zack reaches up, resting one sweaty palm against Cloud's chest, trying to push him backwards. His face is deeply flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and eagerness.]
God, enough, enough. Get out. Hurry up and fuck me, I'm gonna explode.
[Cloud's been very slow and gentle, and it's been amazing. Now stop it!]
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