What does 'away' mean in this case? Because Zack is like an octopus, that long reach that put him at the forefront of all those hand-to-hand seminars double-timing it as an unshakable grip here. And now he's just forced to get creative, dipping his head to drag his lips over Sephiroth's shoulder, his fingers splaying over his chest. The slow, pleased sound he makes says it all.

"You gonna set me straight?" he asks, shifting subtly on the bed. He walks his fingers up the dips and hills of Sephiroth's muscles, lets the calloused pads of them go sweeping. It's not subtle, how much he's enjoying this, and he wouldn't mask it even if he wanted to. His eyes narrow, lashes drawing low, and his next breath is quiet and sharp. "Right here, in front'a Cloud?"