[Zack can also get a little bossy when he's horny, turns out. They're both discovering things today.
There's some discomfort at first, as Cloud sinks into him, not unlike the fingers had been, but as loathe as he is to admit it (because he was so impatient about it the whole time! hurry up!!) the escalation of adding each finger leading up to a whole-ass dick was necessary. Adjusting to Cloud's size wasn't near as awkward as he'd wondered if it would be. Turns out that yeah, prep is necessary, and yeah, lube does wonders, and yeah, that's a dick inside him! Wow!! Fuck!!!
He groans - maybe a moan? It's toeing that line something wild - as Cloud goes deeper, and his head tilts back, exposing a sweaty neck, and sinks further into the pillow as his body adjusts to that sweet invasion. He shifts his hips a bit, trying to help Cloud find that amazing spot he'd prodded with his fingers before, though that magic might not happen until he starts moving properly.
That's okay. Something to look forward to.]
Keep... hrngh. [Words? What are words. He should say them. He really just wants to drag Cloud down and kiss his face off, though.] Keep going. Wanna feel all of you.
[Not to be cringe but looking at Zack's stomach clench as he literally writhes (kinda) on Cloud's dick is going to make this blond bimbo burst into sparkles or something else equally gay. Incredible, amazing. Paint him. Hang it in the Gold Saucer but only Cloud's allowed to see it.]
You got it, handsome, [Cloud mutters, barely even a tenth of his brain online after hearing Zack's voice sound like that, and Cloud finally gets to work on that hard fucking he'd promised. There are a couple false starts; fucking a guy is, in fact, not exactly the same as fucking a girl logistically speaking. The pillows move around and at one point Cloud slips entirely out of Zack, something that makes the both of them scoff in frustration, then laugh because they'd made the same sound as they come back together, Cloud sinking back inside of Zack. But they do, eventually, get to a spot where Zack doesn't slide up and down the bed (him bracing his arms above his head against the wall helps a lot), where Cloud has the leverage he needs to move properly (Zack's one leg stays up on his shoulder and the other thrown over his other arm), and the bed does, in fact, shudder like it's on top of a rickety train with the force of two very strong guys going to pound town on top of it.
It doesn't leave room for making out. Cloud doesn't have a free hand to jerk Zack off and Zack's arms are preoccupied making sure his head doesn't go through the wall. There's sweat pouring down Cloud's back and his hips and thighs burn, his breath is coming and going in harsh pants sometimes through his teeth, but he's fucking Zack Fair, the Zack Fair, hopefully as hard as he's ever gotten in his life.]
[Blessedly, it really doesn't take long for the initial weirdness of a dick up the ass (similar feel to the fingers, very different in execution) to bleed fully into the hotness of oh, Cloud's really fucking me, enough to almost entirely forget about the former. Instead his thoughts - sporadic, barely coherent, noisy - keep zeroing in on the hotness of one body pressing into another, the silhouette and shape of Cloud hovering over him, the heat of a hand around his own arousal, pumping him in time with the thrusts. Soon enough Cloud is pressing up against that spot within him that has him seeing stars once more, pressure building as his whole body clenches around Cloud's. Precum drips over strong, slender fingers, and Zack's breath intensifies, eyes clenching with every push and pull and grind.
Cloud's doing great. Cloud's doing amazing. He tries to say it out loud - Spike digs the praise, he knows that - realizes belatedly he was saying it already, in stuttered sentences, biting at his lip. The bed crunches unsteadily beneath them, but manages to hold. The pillow's less lucky, something absolutely tears between his fingers and he forces himself to let go.
You know what? He'll try again.]
Amazing- [Oh, there's that spot again.] Amazing- Cloud-
[And then he's shouting - it's like 60% a moan at least - as one more thrust hits deep and he's peaking, muscles tight around the arousal inside him as his own spills out over Cloud's hand and makes a mess on his own stomach. Fuck, that did it.]
[Zack trying and failing to get those words out ("Amazing- Cloud-") pulls the pin of this particular grenade; Zack's expression is pinching and he's moaning so loud it's basically a yell by the time Cloud's already come, jerking inside of him, trembling and trying to make sure he doesn't squeeze Zack's dick too tight in his fist.
Zack gasps and Cloud unlocks too, letting Zack's leg slip down around him and letting go of his length, folding over him tiredly. God, they're sticky and sore and the room smells like nasty, on-the-ground sex. The bed makes a horrific creaking noise but Cloud leans forward anyway, even though it makes him pull out before he's truly ready, because he has to give Zack those kisses he'd wanted earlier before the taste of euphoria leaves his mouth.] Never knew, mmh, [Cloud mutters between kisses, but he can't finish because Zack is (unsurprisingly) clingy after coming. Never knew your face could look like that. Twisted up in agonized bliss. By far his favorite expression on Zack.]
[Oh, he is so gone for a handful of seconds. He's a hot, sweaty mess, there's cum on his stomach, and Cloud is kissing him (he is trying to kiss back with the same enthusiasm but he keeps almost missing, because post-coital headfog is so real right now) with that beautiful, warm look on his face. Zack manages to drag his arms back to tug at Cloud's hair and neck, touching his face, pulling him in to kiss him harder and maybe improve his kiss-back aim a little.
That was... so good. He's real glad they didn't break the bed, there's no way he'll be in the mood to clean or fix it later. When he's less fuzzy, he'll try and remember to get something decently reinforced. He wants to do that a lot more.]
Mmmhm? [Whatever Cloud was trying to say, he agrees.] You're so... heck. [Wow did the sex censor him?? What the-] Fuckin' hot, man.
[The idea of him having fucked Zack so good he shut the guy's brain off is way too dangerous to linger on for long, threatening to inflate his ego to truly astronomical proportions. Cloud allows himself a self-satisfied smirk, reveling Zack's thick arms around his neck and thick legs on either side of his waist and kissing him back before finally pushing himself up in the circle of Zack's octopus grip.] C'mon. Let me up. [He's going to get free regardless, though even as he slides off the bed he keeps coming back for more kisses and touches, addicted to the heat of Zack's skin and mouth, but eventually he does make it into the bathroom for a couple wet washcloths that he brings back to Zack to help clean him up.] So.
[Zack was just sort of laying there trying to mentally work through the clean-up process he's entirely unfamiliar with, so thank goodness for Cloud not being fucked brainless and having the sense to deal with that problem. Zack accepts a washcloth with a grin, his SOLDIER energy already rebuilding itself following the momentary downtime, and pats at the mess on his stomach.]
Uh, hell yeah we are? That was brutal, like in the best way. A whole other workout.
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There's some discomfort at first, as Cloud sinks into him, not unlike the fingers had been, but as loathe as he is to admit it (because he was so impatient about it the whole time! hurry up!!) the escalation of adding each finger leading up to a whole-ass dick was necessary. Adjusting to Cloud's size wasn't near as awkward as he'd wondered if it would be. Turns out that yeah, prep is necessary, and yeah, lube does wonders, and yeah, that's a dick inside him! Wow!! Fuck!!!
He groans - maybe a moan? It's toeing that line something wild - as Cloud goes deeper, and his head tilts back, exposing a sweaty neck, and sinks further into the pillow as his body adjusts to that sweet invasion. He shifts his hips a bit, trying to help Cloud find that amazing spot he'd prodded with his fingers before, though that magic might not happen until he starts moving properly.
That's okay. Something to look forward to.]
Keep... hrngh. [Words? What are words. He should say them. He really just wants to drag Cloud down and kiss his face off, though.] Keep going. Wanna feel all of you.
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You got it, handsome, [Cloud mutters, barely even a tenth of his brain online after hearing Zack's voice sound like that, and Cloud finally gets to work on that hard fucking he'd promised. There are a couple false starts; fucking a guy is, in fact, not exactly the same as fucking a girl logistically speaking. The pillows move around and at one point Cloud slips entirely out of Zack, something that makes the both of them scoff in frustration, then laugh because they'd made the same sound as they come back together, Cloud sinking back inside of Zack. But they do, eventually, get to a spot where Zack doesn't slide up and down the bed (him bracing his arms above his head against the wall helps a lot), where Cloud has the leverage he needs to move properly (Zack's one leg stays up on his shoulder and the other thrown over his other arm), and the bed does, in fact, shudder like it's on top of a rickety train with the force of two very strong guys going to pound town on top of it.
It doesn't leave room for making out. Cloud doesn't have a free hand to jerk Zack off and Zack's arms are preoccupied making sure his head doesn't go through the wall. There's sweat pouring down Cloud's back and his hips and thighs burn, his breath is coming and going in harsh pants sometimes through his teeth, but he's fucking Zack Fair, the Zack Fair, hopefully as hard as he's ever gotten in his life.]
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Cloud's doing great. Cloud's doing amazing. He tries to say it out loud - Spike digs the praise, he knows that - realizes belatedly he was saying it already, in stuttered sentences, biting at his lip. The bed crunches unsteadily beneath them, but manages to hold. The pillow's less lucky, something absolutely tears between his fingers and he forces himself to let go.
You know what? He'll try again.]
Amazing- [Oh, there's that spot again.] Amazing- Cloud-
[And then he's shouting - it's like 60% a moan at least - as one more thrust hits deep and he's peaking, muscles tight around the arousal inside him as his own spills out over Cloud's hand and makes a mess on his own stomach. Fuck, that did it.]
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Zack gasps and Cloud unlocks too, letting Zack's leg slip down around him and letting go of his length, folding over him tiredly. God, they're sticky and sore and the room smells like nasty, on-the-ground sex. The bed makes a horrific creaking noise but Cloud leans forward anyway, even though it makes him pull out before he's truly ready, because he has to give Zack those kisses he'd wanted earlier before the taste of euphoria leaves his mouth.] Never knew, mmh, [Cloud mutters between kisses, but he can't finish because Zack is (unsurprisingly) clingy after coming. Never knew your face could look like that. Twisted up in agonized bliss. By far his favorite expression on Zack.]
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That was... so good. He's real glad they didn't break the bed, there's no way he'll be in the mood to clean or fix it later. When he's less fuzzy, he'll try and remember to get something decently reinforced. He wants to do that a lot more.]
Mmmhm? [Whatever Cloud was trying to say, he agrees.] You're so... heck. [Wow did the sex censor him?? What the-] Fuckin' hot, man.
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...we're definitely doing this again sometime.
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Uh, hell yeah we are? That was brutal, like in the best way. A whole other workout.