[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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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.