That uncertainty is noted - Zechs left his attempts at unclasping Sephiroth’s belt aside for a moment to reach up and touch his face, an attempt at reassurance. For all he’d tried to help him by getting him to somewhere private, he’d forgotten for just a moment how inexperienced relatively the other man was.

“I have fewer than most,” Zechs told him bluntly. “I’d ask you not to have me require a healer after. Do not cause me to bleed on purpose, especially. Otherwise, my time in places like this have made my tastes broad.”

“And for you … let’s start with fundamentals,” Zechs tilted his chin up. “Do you want to fuck me?”