Zechs swallowed as his neck, those faint bite marks, were stroked. Human teeth had left them. He realized that Sephiroth had noticed, making him blush ever so slighyly. But he didn't object to his curious examination - though he also offered no excuse for them.

Sephiroth's eyes still put to Zechs' mind that of a predatory cat, which wasn't unappealing to him in the slightest. He weighed the question for a moment. Zechs had certainly been fucked in the open before. Usually, not by a stranger. Usually.

But this veteran was under the influence. He seemed clear-headed enough to consent to this, certainly - but Zechs was aware of how Sephiroth described it. Taking actions he might not consider otherwise.

"Not to me," Zechs claimed, but gently would attempt to push Sephiroth back at last, a slight press of hands against his shoulders. "But let's change the venue all the same."