The sudden kinship Zechs felt made his chest hurt, but he resisted to put to words just how well he understood that desire to refrain from violence in bed. He nodded, solemnly. "That is a boundary, as well. If I, then, let you hurt me more than you meant, or would desire to - that would likewise be a betrayal of your trust."

A lesson he learned long ago with Lorenz, nearly ending things as soon as they begun. Fortunate that he was so patient with him.

Zechs did not think less of Sephiroth, especially for all of their emerging similarities. It especially made him wonder what happened, to turn he and Cloud into enemies. No one was born with this knowledge. For a soldier, learning these skills might happen far later than otherwise. Why else did Zechs assume, at first, that the best thing to say was 'I can take anything you can dish out?'

He's wearing far too many layers. Coat, jacket, vest, button up shirt - as a start. Unfortunately it'd be slower to undress him than Sephiroth. But Zechs had to smirk just slightly as the other soldier tugged at his clothes. "I appreciate it. I do not have all that many clothes to spare, just yet. And I think - take me from the front. You have the strength to lift me to a suitable angle, if I'm judging you correctly."

If Sephiroth let him down - he'd start to undress. Methodically.