Poor later Cloud, subject to current Cloud's horny whims.
It feels almost unbelievable that this is the first time Sephiroth's ever touched him like this, after having the man's presence in his mind for so long. As if the mental and emotional intimacy - even rage and hatred can be intimate - led them here inevitably. But the sensations themselves are all new, as those strong, elegant hands roam his body and the closeness of Sephiroth's own bare skin takes away all the chill of the lake's dark waters.
Cloud's eyes flutter open briefly when the kiss ends, then close again at the warm, electric feeling of Sephiroth's mouth on the sensitive skin of his neck. His head tilts back automatically to invite more. When those kisses move even lower, Cloud's grasp on Sephiroth shifts, too, until he's almost cradling the man's head against his chest.
A few seconds of this is all they get before Cloud can no longer ignore the need to breathe. He doesn't want to let go, or to escape this embrace, but his body squirms against Sephiroth's in an involuntary little convulsion. This is where the limit begins...but there's still some room to push it from here. Cloud's not drowning quite yet.
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It feels almost unbelievable that this is the first time Sephiroth's ever touched him like this, after having the man's presence in his mind for so long. As if the mental and emotional intimacy - even rage and hatred can be intimate - led them here inevitably. But the sensations themselves are all new, as those strong, elegant hands roam his body and the closeness of Sephiroth's own bare skin takes away all the chill of the lake's dark waters.
Cloud's eyes flutter open briefly when the kiss ends, then close again at the warm, electric feeling of Sephiroth's mouth on the sensitive skin of his neck. His head tilts back automatically to invite more. When those kisses move even lower, Cloud's grasp on Sephiroth shifts, too, until he's almost cradling the man's head against his chest.
A few seconds of this is all they get before Cloud can no longer ignore the need to breathe. He doesn't want to let go, or to escape this embrace, but his body squirms against Sephiroth's in an involuntary little convulsion. This is where the limit begins...but there's still some room to push it from here. Cloud's not drowning quite yet.