[ He does trust Sephiroth. Though it's always been easy for him to meet people and make friends, there aren't very many he's especially close to. Part of it is due to his rank (1st Class SOLDIERS, though privileged, shoulder a heavier burden), but that's not the only reason. The loss of Angeal and the circumstances surrounding said loss has left him less inclined to open himself to being hurt like that again.
Sephiroth, he knows, is one of the few who understand that and why.
The fingers in his hair elicit a quiet moan, and he tilts his head a little, pressing against that hand. It feels...nice, as does everything else, and he sees no reason not to let Sephiroth know it.
Nipping a little again, the quiet murmur takes him by surprise. The tone is different from what he's heard before, but the question in it...he understands.
Lips poised, he takes a quiet breath. ]
...I know.
[ They really shouldn't be doing this -- not here, not now (probably not ever) -- but strangely, he finds he honestly doesn't want to stop. Resting a gloved hand lightly against Sephiroth's cheek, his kisses him again, longer and more involved than any of the others.
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Sephiroth, he knows, is one of the few who understand that and why.
The fingers in his hair elicit a quiet moan, and he tilts his head a little, pressing against that hand. It feels...nice, as does everything else, and he sees no reason not to let Sephiroth know it.
Nipping a little again, the quiet murmur takes him by surprise. The tone is different from what he's heard before, but the question in it...he understands.
Lips poised, he takes a quiet breath. ]
...I know.
[ They really shouldn't be doing this -- not here, not now (probably not ever) -- but strangely, he finds he honestly doesn't want to stop. Resting a gloved hand lightly against Sephiroth's cheek, his kisses him again, longer and more involved than any of the others.
It's okay. ]