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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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[Zack responds to the small groan with an action that earns him a louder one and Sephiroth's eyes fluttering shut in a long blink of pure pleasure. Zack doesn't touch his hair like he's afraid; Zack just lets his hands sink into the silver mess and tangle there, and Sephiroth is relishing the slight tug he can feel against his scalp as a result.

Pity they didn't consider removal of clothing before starting to play with hair. It's an oversight being quickly remedied though; Sephiroth's shoulders shrug, helping Zack push his coat away, helping to get them one step closer to skin against skin. It's a need Sephiroth had never realized he had; it's a need he wants fulfilled as soon as possible.]

Zack... [It's a soft murmur, one that vibrates against skin as Sephiroth lets his mouth wander away from Zack's lips and experiments with the application of kisses against the column of his throat. He can feel Zack's pulse through the artery; its thud is shown the appreciation of a soft nip— experimental, exploratory, testing to see what Zack likes and how he responds.

And as far as what Sephiroth likes, Zack is doing a good job of finding out. He'd been able to quiet the noise that threatened to spill when Zack's nails teased along skin, but he cannot keep in the satisfied groan when Zack's hands flatten into full contact. It makes his own grip tighten, pulling Zack against his lap as one hand traces down a hip, along a folded leg, and teases down a calf until he can tug at the zipper on one of Zack's boots, teasing the slide down its length until the boot falls to the floor with a muffled thud.]

[ He has no reason to be afraid. Aside from the powerful desire he feels, Zack trusts the other man -- with such a combination, there's no reason to shy away.

He takes a breath, deep and steadying as Sephiroth's mouth strays from his own. Tilting his head without thinking, he allows the other access, a shudder wracking his shoulders when Sephiroth's breath warms his skin. ]

Nnn...

[ It's not much of answer, but it's about all he can manage when his neck is getting so much attention. A soft, breathy moan falls unencumbered, his fingers digging into Sephiroth's shoulders. He feels disarmed, more so than he's been in a long time, but...it's not exactly bad.

Dragging his hands down the ridge of Sephiroth's shoulders and back, a rush of air escapes his lungs when he's pulled even closer. It's shocking in its way, the feel of bare skin pressing against his, but it only takes a moment for him to relax into it.

A low, contented sound resonating in his chest, Zack moves a little, lips and tongue finding the curve of Sephiroth's throat and shoulder. Tangling a hand again in the other's hair, he reaches for his other boot and pulls it off.

Once removed, he wraps his free arm around Sephiroth's waist and shifts their weight together, pulling his superior down on top of him.

They've a long way to go yet, but at the very least, this position will make things easier. ]

[Zack opens the line of his throat to Sephiroth and it's an invitation the General takes, indulging in hot kisses and soft nips, tracing nonsense patterns with the tip of his tongue. It's all to see what kind of reactions he can get out of Zack, what makes him shiver and tremble and moan the loudest because when Zack's in his lap shivering and trembling and moaning, it sends a shock of pleasure right through Sephiroth as well, fueling the heat in his own skin.

It's a heat which Zack keeps stoking higher and higher with each brush of his hands along Sephiroth's skin, with the way his hips wriggle against Sephiroth's lap. He groans when Zack leans in to apply mouth to skin, to tangle a hand in his hair again and Sephiroth has to, just has to find Zack's mouth for another hungry kiss.

This probably shouldn't be so addictive. Sephiroth is having a hard time caring about what should and should not be, however.

He leans as Zack moves them, shifting above the other man and holding himself up on one arm while his other hand traces over Zack's chest. He looks good like this, a thought that surprises Sephiroth not because of its truth but because it would occur to him to think it at all. But think it he does, and reaffirms the thought with a touch that's almost reverent, tracing from collarbone to navel.

Reverence does not preclude the desire he still feels, though. Finally pulling his mouth away from skin— the loss is keenly felt— Sephiroth sits up, both hands curling into the fabric of Zack's waistband and eyes seeking out permission in Zack's gaze.]

Edited (closing bracket) 2013-07-07 05:14 (UTC)

[ It really shouldn't be so addictive.

It's a little bit of a surprise, but he doesn't object when the other snags his lips, dragging him into yet another long, heated exchange. His fingers wind tighter in Sephiroth's hair, an anchor -- his only anchor. The force behind that kiss is enough to make his insides shake apart and melt altogether. He doesn't, not completely, but another moan resonates in his throat, his hips rocking once again.

Breathless by the time he actually lies down, he shivers, just a little at Sephiroth's touch. For all that he's teased Aerith and others about his good-looking face, he doesn't usually think of himself as "beautiful".

Mako-stained eyes fuzzy with inner heat and want, he blinks, staring as Sephiroth leans back. The fingers looped around his waistband leave little to the imagination regarding the other's intentions, and perhaps strangely, he finds he's more than ready.

Raising his hips, Zack shifts his body as necessary, facilitating the removal of the rest of his clothing as best he can. When it's over, his hands return to Spehiroth's hips, dipping them past the cloth layer still separating them. It's going to be a bit tricky, but before they go one, he wants both of them stripped.

No more interruptions. ]

[Zack's returning his kiss, and all Sephiroth can think of is causing his partner to make more of those soft, almost broken sounds against his mouth. It's enough that he feels he's coming undone himself, between the sensations and the potion, but to feel and see and touch Zack as he experiences the same throws it into much sharper relief.

They're lucky that Zack moves them, actually; Sephiroth could have gone on kissing just like that forever more. But the shift in position and the permission given suddenly trumps the siren's call of Zack's mouth, and there's a silent thank you in Sephiroth's eyes as Zack's hips lift and he gives Sephiroth another measure of trust.

Zack shifts and Sephiroth tugs, and pants soon fall abandoned to the floor. Sephiroth's hands are immediately drawn to Zack's legs, to run up them slowly, to feel the strength of the muscle and the warmth of the skin. His progress is stopped halfway though, as Zack's hands move to what remains of Sephiroth's clothing and undressing suddenly does seem like the best idea. He allows Zack to help, from the buckles on tall boots to peeling leather pants off long legs, his hands work alongside the younger man's until they're both completely nude.

There's a pause then, and Sephiroth almost thinks he should say something. But his mouth beats his mind to it, finding Zack's in another kiss and maybe that's all that needs to be said anyway. Slowly he encourages Zack to lean back once more— slowly only so that they don't have to lose contact while they shift— and leans with him, stretching out together as much as the couch will allow. There's so much of Zack that he can explore now and hands eagerly take to the task, running along Zack's torso as their legs dovetail.

The need, the want Sephiroth has for Zack feels like it's burning him inside; it is a fire both fueled and soothed by proximity to the other man. With a soft sound Sephiroth rolls his hips against Zack's, shivering a little himself at how much more he feels with the absence of clothing between them.]

[ He is breaking. Maybe not the way he did when Angeal died, but the brave face he wears so often cracked and fell away a long time ago. He's a SOLDIER, First Class -- there's no room for failure or doubt in his life, and he knows that. Every now and then, though, Zack yearns to put the SOLDIER aside and just be...himself. It's why he's been spending more and more time lately in a little run-down church in the slums.

He's human, and there are times he hurts. Death and destruction isn't all he wants in his life -- he needs warmth and care, however briefly those things may last.

Fumbling a little with Sephiroth's remaining clothes, Zack nips and kisses periodically at what skin he can reach, light and gentle. It takes a little time, but when they're finally done, he takes a breath and stares. 'Beautiful' isn't really the right word, but the knot in his stomach tightens nonetheless. It's not so much Sephiroth's actual physique that steals the air from his lungs (though that is part of it) -- it's the knowledge that the other trusts him enough to do this.

He has no words, and really, they're insufficient. He's glad when Sephiroth kisses him again, the depth and length of it speaking to his longing more completely than verbal explanations ever could.

Laying back slowly, his breath hitches quietly as the other settles over him, the heat of bared skin against his both heady and stimulating. Moaning again, Zack shudders at the other's explorations. He wants to feel and touch too, but for the moment he just wraps his arms around Sephiroth's waist and holds.

It takes a moment, but Sephiroth's hips grazing lightly against his own is more than enough impetus to get him to roll his hips in turn. ]

Edited 2013-07-08 05:33 (UTC)

[Catching the sight of Zack's stare, Sephiroth has to resist the urge to turn away; there is something in the weight of that gaze that pulls at him, and rarely is it that Sephiroth feels so exposed. But Zack doesn't say anything and Sephiroth is thankful for it, because he doesn't think he can bear the words that might fall. He simply hooks the fall of his hair behind an ear and kisses Zack until he thinks that Zack can maybe possibly understand when he cannot say.

And aside from what he cannot say, what Sephiroth does not say is that he is willing (here, now) to catch Zack if (when) he falls. He stills his hands when Zack clings to him, simply holding the other man in return. Guided only by instinct, he allows his lips to graze Zack's temple, a soft touch as he waits for Zack to move again. It's permission and it's trust; it's providing a subordinate with the comfort of consistency; it's allowing them to be Sephiroth and Zack, not two SOLDIER Firsts.

It comes in the response of hips to hips, their bodies rolling against each other and Sephiroth feels a tremor curl along his spine at the sensation. It's incredible like this, unlike anything he has felt before, and he allows the cliche simply for its ring of truth. But inexperience seems to matter not to Zack, because Zack is responding to him and he is responding to Zack and fleetingly it occurs to him that this is not much different from a spar, at least in terms of learning how to move with one's partner. He lets his mouth find Zack's throat once more, returning to those spots that had earned him the most fervent responses and lingering there with the intent to draw out sounds once more.]

[ He does understand. It's part of the reason why, at least at first, he doesn't want to let go. For all that he feels vulnerable and exposed, the other's warmth and closeness smooths away the trappings of uncertainty. His defenses have all fallen away, but still, he feels safe. Eyes burning with emotion, he closes them when Sephiroth's lips brush against his forehead. He knows what the other is saying, and he gives his friend a light squeeze in response.

It's not experience or a lack thereof that matters. They're both finding their way, physically as well as emotionally, and it's fulfilling in its own way.

Loosening his grip finally, Zack's hands dust over Sephiroth's back and shoulders, gentle and sweet once more as he lets himself relax against the cushions. Whatever Sephiroth wants, he'll let him have, and it doesn't take much encouragement to elicit those sounds he was making before. Though soft and breathy to begin with, the volume will escalate as more sensitive points are explored.

Shifting beneath the other, he rolls his hips a little more and sinks a hand into Sephiroth's hair. The want he feels for the other is like fire shut up in his bones, but if this could only last, he would be happy with that too. ]

[Zack's light squeeze means more in their moment of quiet than any words could express; in it he reads not only thanks, but a willingness to be a support in return. It is not Sephiroth's way to lean on another; he is too much a loner for such behavior. But for Zack, with Zack, he finds some of his walls slipping— and finds that he does not mind.

There's a desire to see Zack come completely undone, to know that he trusts Sephiroth enough to let himself fall. That in and of itself is a heady thought.

He feels Zack shifting with him, meeting his pace and Sephiroth lets a groan vibrate against Zack's skin when he feels a hand sinking into his hair again. He presses into it almost as a cat would a caress, silently seeking more without vocalizing the request. He wants Zack to know that it's okay to want as well, to feel a need and to act upon it as he is allowing Sephiroth to touch. It doesn't matter how far they go, what they decide to do with each other; what matters to him is how Zack feels. He wants as a commander to bring Zack a sense of peace and security; he wants as a friend to give him someone in whom he can trust. And— something newly discovered— he wants to pleasure Zack too, to bring him to the point of ecstasy, to experience it with him.]

[ Zack shivers at the sound resonating against his skin, affected as much by the sensation itself was what it means. They're unraveling each other, little by little, and though that in itself has the potential to be terrifying...it's them. They're not strangers, and that makes all the difference.

Obliging the silent request, Zack winds his fingers tighter, tangling both hands this time in Sephiroth's hair. Scraping his nails slowly, Zack nibbles and licks a little at what skin he can reach. He won't be the one to stop Sephiroth from doing what explorations he wants, but he has a few ideas of his own.

Rubbing his calf against Sephiroth's, Zack bucks a little harder, encouraging more friction. It makes his breath stutters, the moans come louder and more frequently, but he doesn't care. He's always worn his heart on his sleeve, and even (or especially) in this, that's not about to change. ]

[Slowly, slowly they're showing each other more and more, and while there is still influence of whatever they'd been given (evidenced in the way a certain need burns at them), Sephiroth finds that free will has not been entirely eclipsed. There's a measure of want, both to do these things and because he is doing them with Zack. It's something he couldn't have predicted, but perhaps that is in part why it seems to work so well.

That, and Zack is a fast learner. Sephiroth is not very vocal and his responses tend toward subtle, but his companion seems able to read them regardless. It makes for an interesting time, especially with Zack letting his hands and mouth be a little more free with their attentions.

When Zack sinks both hands into his hair and lets his nails scrape against Sephiroth's scalp, Sephiroth's head drops to Zack's shoulder and a shudder runs the length of his spine. He can't help the reaction; it just feels so good in a way he hadn't quite anticipated, and it takes him a moment to compose himself enough to continue his own exploration.

His tracing of Zack's collarbone with his tongue is interrupted a moment later though when Zack bucks against him and he can't help but return the motion. Legs tangled, he grinds against Zack, the shock of friction sending another wave of need coursing through him. Leaning up on one elbow again he lets his free hand worm its way between them, petting along Zack's hip until he can trace Zack's arousal, running fingertips along its length until Zack lets him know that it's okay.]

[ He marks the reaction to his attentions silently, continuing to run his fingers roughly over Sephiroth's scalp. It's a new kind of play, and he finds, he's starting to like the texture of those long, silver strands.

Groaning softly, Zack shudders and rocks his hips. It feels too good to stop, the heat of it driving almost every thought from his head but this. He expects it to go on and on and on -- but instead, Sephiroth surprises him. There's a warm palm running over his hip, and then-

Zack sucks the air in sharply and shifts. His grips tightens impossibly in the other's hair, but after a few moment of coaxing, Zack moans into Sephiroth's shoulder. His hands loosen, fingers twitching lightly, but the sounds continue, louder and more heated than before.

He can't help it; he starts pushing against Sephiroth's fingers. ]

[There is likely a whole world of exploration that could be centered around hair— on both their parts, because Zack's is certainly long enough for hands to linger in the dark mass. It's something to consider in the future (does that imply another encounter...?) because right now Sephiroth doesn't have a hand free to sink into Zack's hair, and abandoning his current attentions isn't something he wants to do.

The tightening of hands in hair and resulting pull draws a sound that's half gasp, half moan and entirely needy. He shifts again, minute little movements because he doesn't want to pull away from Zack but certain activities do require room to maneuver, until finally his fingers curl around his partner and stroke once, twice, gauging reaction to find what's good. And his mouth abandons Zack's skin to find his lips again, because it's been much too long since he's swallowed down Zack's sounds directly as they're issued, and it's something he means to remedy immediately.

Really, Zack shouldn't be trying to hold anything back; Sephiroth doesn't want him to do anything other than let go.]

Edited 2013-07-09 05:03 (UTC)

[ A light tremor moves up his spine, an echo of what he feels inside. The other's touch, so poignant and deliberate, makes his innards coil and melt, like he can do nothing but react and received. He feels shaken and that this, somehow, is only the beginning.

He makes a muffled sound against Sephiroth's lips -- half-protest over so much stimulation, half-longing for more -- but it dissolves into something else when his superior's hand takes hold of his arousal.

Shuddering again, Zack whines and rolls his hips, more insistently this time. He's hard, so much so it's getting painful, and he's nearly to the point where he just wants release more than anything.

Discomfited, he shifts again, moaning every time the other strokes him. His fingers pulse and twitch in Sephiroth's hair, but it's getting harder to do much more than tug. ]

[There's longing in Zack's moans, in the way his hands twitch and his hips roll and in the way they fit so well together. It's a strong enough impetus to override any concern that's not related to giving Zack more.]

Shhh... [It's a soft noise, one that's not meant to quiet but rather to reassure Zack that yes, Sephiroth will give him what he needs. He tightens his grip a little, giving Zack more pressure and more friction, stroking in concert with the movements of Zack's hips. His own hips press and rock as well, grinding his arousal against Zack's hip, seeking the friction of skin against skin.

Sephiroth nips at Zack's lip, pressing him into a fervent kiss because it's the only way he can possibly express to Zack the depth of how good it feels.]

[ His breath hitches, a soft whimper on the tip of his tongue as Sephiroth adjusts his grip. It's too much, the level of discomfort he's feeling honestly distressing. His body quivers, and he moans softly, wantonly, in response to the other's reassurance.

He needs this very much.

Just barely managing stuttering gulps of air, Zack rocks his hips and bucks them as best he can, his movements becoming more thoughtless and desperate with each passing moment. He doesn't exactly know what he's doing just that something deep inside has to release for him to have relief.

Hands sliding from Sephiroth's scalp, Zack clutches at his shoulders, keening loudly and without restraint as he gets closer to his climax.

It won't be much longer. ]

Edited 2013-07-09 14:01 (UTC)

[He tips his head, lips teasing along skin until he can nip and tease at the junction of throat and collarbone; the change in position allows Zack's wails to fall without restraint. Sephiroth rather enjoys the sounds, rewarding Zack with another nip every time he lets one free.

At the rate they're going, Zack might just have a bruise in that spot by the time they're done.

He shifts again, legs sliding along Zack's, hips grinding hard against him as his hand squeezes and strokes and pumps. Sephiroth aches himself he's so desperately hard, but that desire (powerful as it is) seems to pale in comparison to how much he needs Zack to climax for him. Everything of his world has narrowed down to one point, and that point is the young man under him with the clutching hands and the rocking hips and the beautiful, beautiful cries.

His hand shifts again, more pressure, faster motion. Sephiroth does not plan on stopping until Zack falls apart under him.]

[ Zack gasps, his body arching as Sephiroth shifts his hand again. As good as it feels, it hurts, a throbbing heat that won't abate. His nerves are raw, his senses on fire, and he's losing any semblance of coherence he might have had.

He struggles with it, moans and twists under the other man, trying to find relief. It's only when he can't bear another moment of it that something snaps.

He bucks against Sephiroth harder than he ever has, a more guttural, impatient sound tearing from his lips. There's violence there, but it only lasts about a quarter of a minute. His insides are wound so tight, they feel fit to burst, but finally, finally it happens.

Zack buries his face against Sephiroth's shoulder and screams, the sound muffled against his skin. His body shaking with the force of his climax, Zack digs his fingers hard into Sephiroth's back, a wealth of incoherent sounds following that scream.

It takes a little while, but eventually, the sensations clear. Zack slumps back, panting and trembling lightly. He's spent and (finally) satisfied. ]

[Sephiroth pulls back only a little, only enough to gain some distance to see Zack clearly, to watch him fall to pieces and bare himself to Sephiroth. It's a sight he can only describe as beautiful; it's honest and it's unashamed, and Sephiroth can't help but find Zack so incredibly addictive like this. The poor couch is likely not faring as well because every one of their movements does have the strength of a SOLDIER behind it, but Sephiroth is having a hard time caring about the state of the furniture when every movement that brings their bodies together sends a spike of pleasure right to his own groin.

That primal scream is a victory that he hadn't known could feel so good.

Working Zack through the peak of his orgasm, Sephiroth stays close, touching and stroking and nipping almost harshly at skin, anything to drive Zack higher, to prolong the pleasure. He can feel that he's going to have bruises from those grasping hands, but Sephiroth simply does not care. To have reduced Zack to a trembling, broken mess under him is entirely worth a few dark spots on a pale complexion.

His hand finally uncurls from Zack, skimming the short distance to his own arousal because the sense of painful need is growing again, intensely so, and he doesn't want to make Zack move before he's ready.]

[ Trembling and sticky, Zack's fingers twitch against Sephiroth's back as he tries to catch his breath. He feels raw on the inside, the newness of it more shocking than anything else.

Sucking in what air he can, Zack rests his forehead against Sephiroth's shoulder and utters a soft, little moan. It doesn't occur to him that the other hasn't come yet -- or at least, not in that moment.

Finally coming back to himself a little, Zack opens his eyes...and blinks. His friend's needs are yet unmet, and he feels a pang as he realizes that.

Keeping one hand looped around Sephiroth's shoulder, Zack eases into a better position and brushes his fingers against Sephiroth's.

Let me. ]

[Zack's breath falls lightly over his skin and his hands seem to tremble and Sephiroth does not mind one bit. Neither does he mind if the other man is slow to collect himself; simply watching him climax, and watching the recovery as Zack slowly comes back to himself, is warming and arousing both. It's funny because there was a time in which he tried not to notice Zack Fair, but right now Sephiroth cannot tear his eyes away from the sight.

Zack's shifting catches on the edge of his attention, but it is the soft brush of those fingers that grabs at something inside. He finds Zack's eyes, lets the other man see the trust in his own gaze, and lets his hand fall away so Zack may do as he likes.

Please.]

[ He quells a little at the stare, something twisting inside at what he sees.

Trust. Honesty.

It's enough to make him tremble again, but he doesn't. Instead, he kisses Sephiroth again, soft and chaste, and wraps his hand around the other's length.

His grip firm, Zack starts slow before working into a faster rhythm. He remembers what Sephiroth did for him, but he's learning as he goes, too. ]

Edited 2013-07-10 07:46 (UTC)

[Zack kisses him and it's soft and sweet, and another little piece of the wall Sephiroth keeps between himself and the world breaks and crumbles. He finally closes his eyes, head dropping to Zack's shoulder, surrendering completely to Zack's attentions.

And while Zack may be a little clumsy and a little unsure, it still feels so good to have his hand wrapped around Sephiroth's length. He moans softly against skin, hips rocking to help Zack find a rhythm that Sephiroth likes. It feels so good, the slight calluses on Zack's skin just the right amount of roughness, the grip tight enough to pleasure without discomfort. If his own touch had been anything like what Zack gives to him, Sephiroth can understand why the other man fell apart so beautifully. He has a feeling that he might do much the same before long.]

[ Zack bites his lip, keeping the motion of his hand steady as he feels the beginnings of Sephiroth's response. The soft moans against his skin make him quiver inside. It was one thing to be brought to a point of complete and utter abandonment and ecstasy; it was another to do it to someone else.

He doesn't waver, though. The more he does it, he finds its easier to keep pace and rhythm, to twist and grip his hand in such a way that the most friction is induced. He wants this to be just as good for Sephiroth as it was for him, so he focuses his full attention on just this -- stroking, squeezing, and pumping the hardness in his hand until release finally comes.

Nipping and licking softly at what skin he can reach, he encourages that way too. He can't do much with his other hand, but hopefully this will be enough. ]

[Zack is good; he's attentive to Sephiroth's soft moans and the shifting of his hips, and the motions are becoming smoother and more deliberate. He's losing his tightly-held control bit by bit, letting it slip away with every touch and nip and squeeze that Zack grants him.

It doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.

As the pressure, the need builds, it's surprisingly easy to let go. A shudder wracks Sephiroth's entire body; hands tighten on skin and Zack's name falls from his lips in a desperate cry as Sephiroth finally, finally surrenders. It's mind-blowing, the rush of pleasure through every fiber of his being, and it's all he can do to just hold on to the other man.

Sephiroth has never before trusted someone this completely to bare himself so fully.]

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