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CLOUD STRIFE | 21

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Red's shit is long-gone. Tossed to the winds. When Cloud stops the bike and suddenly a large chunk of the warmth, vibrations and friction the beast-man had goes with it, he snarls, leaping off the bike with a wild look in his eye. It focuses, laser-like on Cloud.

Red doesn't care where they are. He's barely aware of anything around him. Just Cloud, perched on his bike, midriff exposed, cheeks that lovely pink...

"How," he rasps out, barely able to hold back from pouncing, "do you propose to take care of it?"

He wants to lunge at this twink so badly. Bend him over, fill him up- press him against the bike, as he listens to him sing from the sensations...

He is barely holding onto a thread here. Red is pitching a rather ridiculous tent in his jeans at this point.

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Cloud watches Red with blatant concern. He looks...unhinged. Cloud almost tells him to just jerk it until he's satisfied, but...well, looking at Red right now, he's not sure he could be satisfied that way. Besides, Red is a comrade. Can Cloud really just leave him to this? It's not like Cloud isn't feeling extra warm, too, and Red is hardly unattractive...

He sighs and dismounts, resting a hand on one hip and averting his eyes.

"Not exactly subtle about what you want. So...if that's what'll help...go for it."

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The consent from Cloud is what finally silences that last shred of Red's common sense that tries so hard to stop this madness. Just like that, he is lost.

And he will wonder later if what he did has lost him his...Friend? No...It isn't just that is it? It is something Red feels could never be.

His entire body is alight, it screams and howls for relief. There is no more holding back. Red lunges forward, grabbing Cloud by the shoulders to turn him away and face him at the bike.

"You know what to do," he growls, already getting to work on both of their aggrivating clothes. Accursed modesty rags- they keep Red from access to what he wants, and presses back against his erection in the most aggrivating way possible.

First, he slashes his own pants at the belt, and lets them fall down to his ankles. The shirt is easy enough to rip off. Then onward to Cloud. Precise cuts with his claws rip everything to shreds, starting at the crop-top and ending at his boxers. With his skill and instinct, Red never cuts his companion- just the garments.

"You look soft. It is attractive," he huffs, right against the shell of Cloud's ear. He's standing quite close now, natural heat radiating off him.

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Cloud expects Red to pounce, but expecting it and experiencing it are different things. Red tells him he knows what to do, and Cloud's not entirely sure what he means but he can at least take off his gloves and go from there--

He's barely gotten the second glove off when Red runs out of patience and just starts destroying his clothes. "Hey--" Before he can do much of anything about it, though, his whole outfit falls away in shreds, leaving him wearing nothing but his boots and his earring. His face reddens again, but fortunately he's turned away from Red already, so he stays put.

His eyes flutter closed when he feels Red's fur and heat against his bare skin. The hot breath in his ear makes him shiver just a little, but a second later, he frowns. "I'm not soft."

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Red's patience runs thin, as Cloud stays where he is. Then he talks back, in that oh-so-huffy way of his. It does something to the beast-man. He growls low again, thrusting his paws and shoulder forward to shove Cloud into the bike. After the sharp motion, he grabs onto each of the blond's shoulders, in a bid to press him into the vehicle and forcing him to bend.

His cock is already fully out of its sheath, glistening and slick in the simulated daylight. It twitches as Red works to make Cloud present himself, and should he succeed, it more than once bumps up against the man's asscheeks in the shuffle.

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"Ngh--" Cloud stumbles forward into the bike, and then Red's shoving his shoulders down to do exactly what he said he wanted to do. Something else Cloud expected but wasn't really prepared for. He gets his hands down fast enough to brace himself against the seat and keep from getting slammed into it, and then he pushes back mostly out of instinct. His back and arm muscles visibly flex as he fights from a position of little leverage against the pressure Red is exerting to keep him down.

He's not telling Red to stop, though.

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Cloud looks so very impressive, straining as he does against Red's pressure. Those powerful warrior's muscles rippling and working capture the beast-man's admiration, and only press him further into the space of lustful need. He looks natural bent over like this, ripe for the taking. He grabs Cloud's wrists with his paws, quickly adjusting to hold both firmly in one whilst the other returns to putting firm pressure down the center of the blond's back.

It is like all of Red's admiration and other hard-to-place feelings for Cloud have come together into a confused, roaring mess.

He's wanted this. Something he thought he could really never have. Maybe this is his only chance. So he takes it.

With surprisingly even thrusts, Red starts to press and his tip against Cloud's entrance, groaning and hissing as he oh-so-slowly starts to sink in with the motions, bit by bit. Sure, he is frenzied enough to want to just go all the way at once- but another part of him wants badly to relish what little time they'll get. To make it memorable. To live out those fantasies.

"You take it like a natural," Red grunts with the smallest of chuckles, before leaning up to his ear once again. He's hardly an inch in now, rocking back and forth. "I wonder, how much can a warrior like you handle...?"

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Red grabbing both his wrists and pulling them swiftly behind his back takes Cloud by surprise. He grunts with the abrupt impact of his chest against the seat as Red shoves him down again. He can feel the claws grazing his skin, can feel them dig in ever so slightly when he struggles against Red's hold, and then struggling becomes that much harder when Red uses his own feet and legs to push Cloud's far apart, spreading them wide.

Fuck, Cloud thinks, as he feels his arousal press up against the bike. He's not sure Red could have chosen a sexier way to slake his intense thirst.

Once Cloud is firmly held in position, he feels Red's cock already slick and pushing inside little by little with no preparation or warning. He hisses at the stretch and braces himself with his legs as best he can, squirming at the rhythmic pressure it causes against his own member and the way being pinned like this makes him harder.

Those words bring a furious blush to his face that reaches the tips of his ears, but...he can't say he doesn't like hearing it, embarrassing as that is. Then Red's leaning over him again, breath and lips intoxicating as they brush his ear, and Cloud can't hold back a faint sound of pleasure.

But a challenge is a challenge - and besides, now that he's got this teasing little taste of Red's cock, he wants the rest. Cloud grits his teeth with a growl and the muscles in his forearms flex against Red's grip. "Whatever you--ah, whatever you got. Bring it."