"Ah." Sephiroth smirks a bit, stroking Zechs lightly. "I thought you might need to get worked up again. But perhaps you're not as patient as you say..."
Sephiroth's sympathy for Zechs as a fellow soldier, his own bone-deep understanding of what the man meant and his desire to avoid painful subjects of the past, had indeed cooled him off a little. But with Zechs himself pushing casually past that, it assures Sephiroth it's not disrespectful to do so - which is really all he needs to let his hunger take priority again. He leans in and kisses Zechs again, roughly this time - both because he wants to, and because it's something to keep both of them occupied while he works his own pants open. He could get fully undressed, but at this point he's been aching too long; putting himself off on Zechs' behalf might be worth some delay, but he doesn't judge stripping himself down to nothing to be as important. (Not unless Zechs goes out of his way to request it, anyway.)
Once he's pulled himself free of his pants - and Zechs will be gratified to find that Sephiroth's cock is proportional to the rest of him, which is to say, built on a larger scale than most - he tears his lips away from Zechs again. "So who's preparing who?" he asks, a thread of mischievousness in his voice. He's fine with prepping them both for this, but he's not going to object if, for example, Zechs wants to touch him.
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Sephiroth's sympathy for Zechs as a fellow soldier, his own bone-deep understanding of what the man meant and his desire to avoid painful subjects of the past, had indeed cooled him off a little. But with Zechs himself pushing casually past that, it assures Sephiroth it's not disrespectful to do so - which is really all he needs to let his hunger take priority again. He leans in and kisses Zechs again, roughly this time - both because he wants to, and because it's something to keep both of them occupied while he works his own pants open. He could get fully undressed, but at this point he's been aching too long; putting himself off on Zechs' behalf might be worth some delay, but he doesn't judge stripping himself down to nothing to be as important. (Not unless Zechs goes out of his way to request it, anyway.)
Once he's pulled himself free of his pants - and Zechs will be gratified to find that Sephiroth's cock is proportional to the rest of him, which is to say, built on a larger scale than most - he tears his lips away from Zechs again. "So who's preparing who?" he asks, a thread of mischievousness in his voice. He's fine with prepping them both for this, but he's not going to object if, for example, Zechs wants to touch him.