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[Cloud gasps, eyes wide and understandably frazzled. Th-that had been-

Well, freaking GREAT. Like, seriously awesome and ffff DO IT AGAIN ZACK.]

Wh-what-

What-

[Ayup.

Doing it again.]

[A little less spazzy this time since Cloud's been expecting it, but he still grabs at Zack's shoulders, nails digging in as he arches and grits his teeth.

Holy shit. No wonder Zack had no problem being down here.]

[Ha, see, Cloud. Not so bad being the bottom now, is it. :| Anyway moving on, since he can't just sit around with his fingers up there all day. Withdrawing a bit to add in the second, still working his lips over Cloud's neck.]

[Thankfully the pause gives Cloud enough time to return from completely mindwarped to dazed, and he loosens his grip slightly.]

...w-wow.

Yep. [Bite.]/small> Feels great on the bottom. [Lick.] You just gotta ease into it and know what to look for, that's all. [Nibble.]

[Dude are you kissing Cloud or like eating an ice cream. Also Cloud's shifting around restlessly; let's get back to that feeling awesome thing, shall we?]

I guess...I m-mean -nnnh- I didn't think it was bad since you don't seem to mind it. [Cloud's fingers flex in Zack's hair, the other hand grasping at the sheets occasionally when Zack does something that feels particularly good.]

[HE IS AN ICE CLOUD SAMMICH AND HE IS DELICIOUS.

...Anyway. Zack just keeps doing what he apparently does quite well.]

I don't mind it at all. It's pretty easy to do it right if you try.

[Cloud falls silent save for the occasional hiss of discomfort or groan of pleasure as Zack continues both the affectionate attention and the prep. It's something to think about, anyway.]

[Okay let's assume Zack's done the rest of the prepping because nobody likes a broken record. Time for the main event. Aaaaand he's going to pause one more time...]

Spike, you ready? ...And you're sure?

[Are you kidding me.]

[All things considered...

Fine, fine. Let's get those hips up, he's going in. Gently.]

[Weird-

weird-

OKAY OW.]

[Pausing. Rrrrrrrgh feels good gdit why does it have to hurt D8]

Rr... ha. Relax. Remember to relax.

[Fff and Cloud remembers every time he and Zack fucked that he was all like "Zack please get used to it do we can do this holy crap," so he nods and follows Zack's instructions the best he can, kneading at Zack's shoulders with tense fingers as he pulls in a deep breath and lets it go.]

[Zack breathes hard as he waits, slightly strained; it's not easy for either party, and they both know it. But once Cloud relaxes a little more, he starts forward again, stroking his thighs to try and help him out.]

[Ow.] This hurts. [Quoth Captain Obvious. Now he feels kind of guilty for putting Zack through this, it HURTS.]

It'll get better, trust me. And if it's too much we can always switch over. [Don't switch don't switch don't switch augh feels GOOD-]

[Oi, Cloud Strife isn't a fucking quitter! ...he's a running-away-er sometimes, but never a quitter. Boy's got a stubborn streak the size of a fucking galaxy.]

No. ...keep going.

[Well, the offer had to be given, anyway. But Zack is grateful nonetheless; he keeps moving, halting when he's all the way in. Yeah, he'd missed this. Totally missed this. Time for a quick breather to savour it and let Cloud adjust.

.....Yeah topping is great. Mmm.]

[There are two types of people; people who cover their wounds with bandaids after medicating and wait for them to stop hurting, and people who worry at them and worry at them until they stop hurting due to desensitization. Guess which one Cloud is?

Squirming now, hissing.]

[Breathe. Haa. Haaa. Ohgod he wants to move.]

S... sorry. Spike, relax...

[Watching Zack get all flustered is an interesting distraction, at least. And it doesn't hurt so badly, but Cloud still flinches and feigns pain. ...okay he's being kind of jerky, but he thinks he's permitted a little bit of elbow room, all things considered. He arches in a way that he figures will probably feel real good for one of them.]

[YEAH THAT FEELS REAL GOOD THANKS.

Holy hell, movement. Sweet, sweet movement.]

[And going still again. Let's see how patient Zack can be. Urrgh, and that kind of burned, ow.]

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