Zechs was mindful about this man's relative lack of experience in this particular area. If there was hesitation, a moment's pause, uncertainty - Zechs was willing to and had taken the lead before, served as a sort of teacher. So long as his student was willing, so to speak. But Sephiroth certainly kissed him as if he had nothing left to learn.

And despite the fact Zechs wasn't particularly vocal, or loud - at least now - Sephiroth was getting plenty of feedback. Zechs definitely approved of being manhandled against the bar, for one. He also shivered just slightly from the touch of that leather glove, enjoying that sensation. In fact, when they parted for air - Zechs would tip his head back in a wordless invitation. His neck already bore faint marks, mostly healed but visible so close, from someone else's attentions.

Despite all their layers, with Zechs pressed into the bar like this, his body's physical reaction would be clear. Zechs tugged lightly, teasing, against Sephiroth's hair. "Here? Or somewhere less public?"