Ah - his name on Zechs' lips, while he's shattering in front of Sephiroth's eyes. Sephiroth wasn't sure if he'd get that specific thing, certainly hadn't been counting on it, but hearing it lights a flame in his eyes. "Yes," he growls, low in his throat, and immediately his thrusts become rougher, harder, less controlled. Zechs may end up with some bruises on his shoulder blades from where Sephiroth is driving him back against the wall.

There are a number of things Sephiroth would like to do here as he fucks Zechs. Kissing him, biting his lips for him rather than letting Zechs have all the fun of doing it, biting his neck or his shoulders...there are plenty of appealing options. But unfortunately, all of them conflict with that grip on Zechs' neck, with the sounds falling from his lips, and Sephiroth isn't willing to relinquish either. So instead, he simply focuses on the slam of his hips, the stroke of his hand along Zechs' cock, and drinking in the sight of him right along with the sound. For now, that will have to be enough. He can always afford himself a little more freedom after round one...after he sees and hears exactly what Zechs is like when he comes.