Or don't, because Zack's attention is already displaced. It's difficult not to look at Cloud when he's flashing those bright blues all around, even if they're not the same pastel sky that he remembers. He's getting used to it, just like the solid, pretty muscles and all the bruises that dot him up like a dalmatian every time Zack gets too familiar with them.
"You're not smiling either, Cloud," he says, but he's grinning so hard, like something particularly juicy and challenging just occurred to him. "Bet I could make you."
Ask him one day what kind of special heaven it is, retreating from the warmth of Sephiroth's side and into the welcoming heat of Cloud's skin. There's not even an instant of chill between them. He wraps himself like an octopus around Cloud's shoulders and rubs his lips up the back of his neck, over the fine hairs he finds there, his jaw swishing side-to-side to make it tickley.
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Or don't, because Zack's attention is already displaced. It's difficult not to look at Cloud when he's flashing those bright blues all around, even if they're not the same pastel sky that he remembers. He's getting used to it, just like the solid, pretty muscles and all the bruises that dot him up like a dalmatian every time Zack gets too familiar with them.
"You're not smiling either, Cloud," he says, but he's grinning so hard, like something particularly juicy and challenging just occurred to him. "Bet I could make you."
Ask him one day what kind of special heaven it is, retreating from the warmth of Sephiroth's side and into the welcoming heat of Cloud's skin. There's not even an instant of chill between them. He wraps himself like an octopus around Cloud's shoulders and rubs his lips up the back of his neck, over the fine hairs he finds there, his jaw swishing side-to-side to make it tickley.
"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, Cloud Strife."