[It's a short syllable— not clipped, as Sephiroth's speech can be, but still possessing an economy of sound because why waste too much time talking when they can be otherwise engaged? He lets his forehead lean against Zack's for a moment as he remembers how to catch his own breath, eyes on Zack's as long as the younger man will allow him to keep the gaze.
When did he become so comfortable with Zack? Not just in this particular instance (an incident neither one of them could have predicted), but in general? Yes, they had grown into what Sephiroth would term friends, but how had he not noticed the passing of the time in which it had happened? And how is it that he is comfortable enough with Zack that even taking into account the outside factor that is whatever they'd been given, he has no objection to inviting him this close, to touch and tease and kiss, to roll their hips together in imitation of a growing need that demands satisfaction? He does not know, and right now Sephiroth simply does not care.
The couch is about the only suitable surface in the room. It hadn't been that comfortable— Sephiroth had spread a particularly convoluted report over it earlier (and vowed to have a word with that particular Third)— but it's here and it's convenient and it's good enough for what they need. And what Sephiroth needs right now is Zack, enough to stumble across the room together and pull him down onto the couch so they can get back to the business of kissing each other breathless again.]
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[It's a short syllable— not clipped, as Sephiroth's speech can be, but still possessing an economy of sound because why waste too much time talking when they can be otherwise engaged? He lets his forehead lean against Zack's for a moment as he remembers how to catch his own breath, eyes on Zack's as long as the younger man will allow him to keep the gaze.
When did he become so comfortable with Zack? Not just in this particular instance (an incident neither one of them could have predicted), but in general? Yes, they had grown into what Sephiroth would term friends, but how had he not noticed the passing of the time in which it had happened? And how is it that he is comfortable enough with Zack that even taking into account the outside factor that is whatever they'd been given, he has no objection to inviting him this close, to touch and tease and kiss, to roll their hips together in imitation of a growing need that demands satisfaction? He does not know, and right now Sephiroth simply does not care.
The couch is about the only suitable surface in the room. It hadn't been that comfortable— Sephiroth had spread a particularly convoluted report over it earlier (and vowed to have a word with that particular Third)— but it's here and it's convenient and it's good enough for what they need. And what Sephiroth needs right now is Zack, enough to stumble across the room together and pull him down onto the couch so they can get back to the business of kissing each other breathless again.]