"I think I've been transparent how much I've enjoyed that rough play," Zechs couldn't help but quip back. But more seriously, he agreed, "Nothing more serious than that, then. You have my word."
That confident boast had Zechs' eyes flashing in interest. Sephiroth had pegged him correctly in being interested in his strength - the inherent risk. Zechs wasn't entertaining here because he pitied him, after all. Even with the drugged food in Sephiroth's system, he was attempting to meet him on equal ground.
Zechs chuckled ruefully. "Dressing for warmth in this weather is practical."
But when skin was revealed - it's clear other motives might be at play. From the neck down, as if a line had been drawn, Zechs had an alarming collection of scars. Burns, mostly, and evidence of shrapnel slicing into him. As if he was far too close to something that exploded, and was burned for it. This might catch Sephiroth's attention, first.
Or, perhaps he'd first notice the more willing marks he bore - his nipples, pierced, roses hanging beneath them - or the scar artfully carved into his forearm, under a vicious burn. Roses seemed to be a theme with someone. Perhaps the same individual who had given him a ring?
He still had no idea how much Sephiroth could see as he began to remove his pants, clothes folded military-neat beside him. "You'll likely tell me I should dress for easier access if I'm so willing to proposition strangers."
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That confident boast had Zechs' eyes flashing in interest. Sephiroth had pegged him correctly in being interested in his strength - the inherent risk. Zechs wasn't entertaining here because he pitied him, after all. Even with the drugged food in Sephiroth's system, he was attempting to meet him on equal ground.
Zechs chuckled ruefully. "Dressing for warmth in this weather is practical."
But when skin was revealed - it's clear other motives might be at play. From the neck down, as if a line had been drawn, Zechs had an alarming collection of scars. Burns, mostly, and evidence of shrapnel slicing into him. As if he was far too close to something that exploded, and was burned for it. This might catch Sephiroth's attention, first.
Or, perhaps he'd first notice the more willing marks he bore - his nipples, pierced, roses hanging beneath them - or the scar artfully carved into his forearm, under a vicious burn. Roses seemed to be a theme with someone. Perhaps the same individual who had given him a ring?
He still had no idea how much Sephiroth could see as he began to remove his pants, clothes folded military-neat beside him. "You'll likely tell me I should dress for easier access if I'm so willing to proposition strangers."