Sephiroth doesn't care what sounds Zechs is making, whether they're words or not. All he cares about is that Zechs is making them, and that Zechs is making them because of him. That's all he needs,
Sephiroth has almost gotten lost in his fixation on Zechs' loss of control, on his satisfaction with it, to the point where he's almost been looking past the physical sensations of fucking Zechs to focus on those things. But Zechs tightening around him, coming hard on his cock, brings him firmly back to the physical as well. And it's perfect - the feel of him, seeing and hearing Zechs come as he spills into Sephiroth's hand, has Sephiroth slamming Zechs into the wall one last time as he reaches his own release, pressing close enough that for the first time in several minutes he's not fixating on Zechs' face anymore.
He stays there for a few long moments, pressing Zechs firmly to the wall, catching his breath.
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Sephiroth has almost gotten lost in his fixation on Zechs' loss of control, on his satisfaction with it, to the point where he's almost been looking past the physical sensations of fucking Zechs to focus on those things. But Zechs tightening around him, coming hard on his cock, brings him firmly back to the physical as well. And it's perfect - the feel of him, seeing and hearing Zechs come as he spills into Sephiroth's hand, has Sephiroth slamming Zechs into the wall one last time as he reaches his own release, pressing close enough that for the first time in several minutes he's not fixating on Zechs' face anymore.
He stays there for a few long moments, pressing Zechs firmly to the wall, catching his breath.