To be fair, Zechs was leading him thus to help Sephiroth in the end. Maybe now the other man wouldn’t mind fucking him in public - but perhaps when the effects of the drugged food wore off, he’d resent that it happened.

He didn’t intend to toy with him. As best he could, he would meet him on equal footing, with respect. And get them both what they desired in this encounter, if possible.

Zechs found one good candidate of a building, and peered inside first to confirm it was unclaimed and unoccupied. Behind them, behind the panther, Zechs’ small DTF was scurrying around on its little robotic legs. Such was their life, constantly trying to keep up with the headstrong soldier.

Satisfied, he opened the door and stepped inside. Once Sephiroth joined him, he’d raise his brows.

“You may resume however you’d like,” Zechs quipped, as if to say - come at me.