Zechs can’t see like Sephiroth can in the dark, of course - his eyes would take longer to adjust to the dim light. And yet he could still make out the shape of the other man, how his silver hair and eyes caught the remaining light. A predator indeed.

He didn’t move to stop him. Zechs resisted - if that’s even the right word - just barely enough to feel the strength of that hand pushing him, but not anywhere enough to be truly attempting to stop him. Feeling that strength renewed his earlier arousal.

Pressed against the wall, glove against his jaw and teeth against his vulnerable neck - Zechs finally groaned. His hands moved in an attempt to make sense of his coat and how it opened. Getting them both naked sooner was preferable.

“Yes -“