Sephiroth laughs, low in his throat. "You do now," he purrs, rocking into the touch of Zechs' hand. His hand finds Zechs', pressing the tube of lubricant into it. "Then show me." The words are mingled challenge and command as Sephiroth presses close to Zechs, leaving enough room between their bodies to not obstruct what he's expecting the other man to do - but only just.

With both hands now free again, he's able to rest them on Zechs' waist, gripping his hips again - not as bruisingly as before, at least not for the moment - as he leans down to leave more marks of his teeth on Zechs' skin. Now, however, it's a bit lower, moving along the line of Zechs' collarbone. His options are a little limited right now without getting too in the blond's way, which is really the only reason he's not doing anything more interesting - he's aware this is a necessary step for what comes later.