"Even so, those things seem like they'd be common sense not to assume. It's concerning they may not be."
Sephiroth does of course see that blush in the dark, although he at least has the decency not to call it out. "As long as that's what you want, then I suppose there's no problem with someone giving it to you. But..." He hesitates. "I've hurt enough people."
The hand on his cheek is reassuring, although Sephiroth feels slightly awkward needing reassurance from another (former) soldier - especially one as composed as Zechs is. He can't help but feel he's comparing unfavorably to him - in terms of worldliness, of self-assurance, and certainly in terms of experience. It makes him feel a bit childish, and it's not an entirely comfortable feeling. But the intention is kind, and if Zechs thinks less of him for his deficiencies, he's doing an admirable job of not showing it. So Sephiroth does his best to set his pride aside and take the gesture as it was meant, leaning into the touch slightly.
The gentleness is certainly at odds with their conversation, but...there's also reassurance in speaking frankly like this, in laying out what's wanted and expected between them. As soldiers, they know all about following orders and mission parameters, pursuing objectives. A clear outline of what he's meant to do is something easy for Sephiroth to follow, with or without experience. "Taking you against the wall is certainly something I was thinking," he says, and just saying the words sparks the hunger again. His eyes flick up and down Zechs' body before he reaches out to tug lightly on Zechs' shirt. "I'd suggest, before we start again...getting undressed as much as you care to. My control is...impaired, and you may prefer your clothes unripped." He pauses. "Did you want me from the front, or behind?"
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Sephiroth does of course see that blush in the dark, although he at least has the decency not to call it out. "As long as that's what you want, then I suppose there's no problem with someone giving it to you. But..." He hesitates. "I've hurt enough people."
The hand on his cheek is reassuring, although Sephiroth feels slightly awkward needing reassurance from another (former) soldier - especially one as composed as Zechs is. He can't help but feel he's comparing unfavorably to him - in terms of worldliness, of self-assurance, and certainly in terms of experience. It makes him feel a bit childish, and it's not an entirely comfortable feeling. But the intention is kind, and if Zechs thinks less of him for his deficiencies, he's doing an admirable job of not showing it. So Sephiroth does his best to set his pride aside and take the gesture as it was meant, leaning into the touch slightly.
The gentleness is certainly at odds with their conversation, but...there's also reassurance in speaking frankly like this, in laying out what's wanted and expected between them. As soldiers, they know all about following orders and mission parameters, pursuing objectives. A clear outline of what he's meant to do is something easy for Sephiroth to follow, with or without experience. "Taking you against the wall is certainly something I was thinking," he says, and just saying the words sparks the hunger again. His eyes flick up and down Zechs' body before he reaches out to tug lightly on Zechs' shirt. "I'd suggest, before we start again...getting undressed as much as you care to. My control is...impaired, and you may prefer your clothes unripped." He pauses. "Did you want me from the front, or behind?"