[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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...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.