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[Speak for yourself, you shirt-wearing asshat. The second Cloud's shirt is clear of his head he reaches for Zack's to return the favor. Not that he hadn't been ignoring it and putting his hands all over Zack anyway.]

[Zack tosses aside Cloud's shirt pretty carelessly, arching his back and rocking slightly down against Cloud. Those hands on his body felt damn good.]

Holy shit, Zack- [Cloud murmurs, flinging Zack's shirt with little concern as to where it lands, hands flying to clutch at his hips as he arches into the movement.]

[Zack does it again, breathing hard, focusing on Cloud's reaction. His hands lower to cover Cloud's, gripping his wrists lightly.]

[Cloud clutches harder, hard enough to have seriously bruised someone not SOLDIER-tough. He panted- it didn't seem like the room had enough air in it, for either of them. Shit. Was he seriously this frustrated before, or was this just Zack? Maybe he spiked his drink when he wasn't looking.]

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[Zack bends down and kisses Cloud on the lips again, harder this time, right in the middle of a grind. See how he likes that.]

[CLOUD LIKES.

He starts to return the kiss but then Zack thrusts against him and he arches again, breaking away and pressing his head back in the pillow, gritting his teeth.]

[Haha, just the reaction he'd been after! Since Cloud turned his head, Zack moves on to kiss and nip at his neck instead.]

Holy, Zack- [Cloud sucks in a breath, clutching at Zack's hair again; he's not sure how much of this he can handle, he's already wound up enough.]

Nope, not holy. [Zack laughs a bit breathlessly against Cloud's neck, reaching down to start undoing his pants.] Just me.

Oh fuck you, [Cloud mutters, but eagerly lifts his hips to help, both hands in Zack's hair now and combing through it, shaking a bit in anticipation.]

Isn't that the idea? [Zack indulges him for a bit longer as he works at the pants, nibbling and panting on Cloud's skin, until finally he withdraws, lowering to tug Cloud's pants and boxers further down, exposing him.]

[If Cloud had the excess brain power to snap back with a witty retort, he would. But he's too busy feeling hypersensitive and clutching at your shoulders, so he'll get back to you on that, Zack.]

[That's fine with Zack, he doesn't want witty retorts, he wants moaning. Stroke.]

[MOAN.]

[Zack smirks and keeps moving his hand, working up and down Cloud's length. Keep making noises, this is awesome.]

[Excuse Cloud while he turns into a useless moaning and stammering creature. It's been so long he doesn't even have the sense to fight fire with fire and go for Zack's pants.]

[Zack laughs a bit, not unkindly, and shifts to give Cloud better access to them. Not slowing down though, no sir.]

Nnngh- [Cloud pounds Zack on the shoulder, briefly.] S-stop, stop-

[And Zack stops, lifting his head a little.] Pushing it too much?

[Fffff give him a minute. He's kind of dazed and trying to catch his breath, which is taking a lot more work than it should.]

[Ayup, minute given. In the meantime he'll be lifting up and rolling off to kick his pants off.]

[...still trying to catch his breath. GOOD LORD ZACK ARE YOU SURE YOU DIDN'T SPIKE HIS DRINK OR SOMETHING.]

[HOW THE HELL IS ZACK GOING TO GET A DRUG THAT AFFECTS SOLDIERs.]

[Okay, point.

Well whatever, Cloud wants more of that. So he rolls onto his side and- c'mere, Zack. Time to return the favor.]

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[Action] lol "exposing" sounds like some kind of scandalous political term

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