Sephiroth seems momentarily surprised by the question, then chuckles. "Aesthetics," he says, with dry amusement. "My uniform was a mandate from the company. Scarlet designed it." He arches an eyebrow. "She insisted the belts served to make me more imposing."

Sephiroth says this as if he doesn't actually believe it. But then, he'd seen the look on her face when she'd said 'imposing', as she ran a hand along those belts down his chest. He isn't going to spell it out unless Cloud asks, but he knows that while making him visually distinctive was certainly a company directive, the particular way Scarlet went about doing that had some personal motivations less-than-subtly served at the same time.

With Cloud's permission, Sephiroth unfastens his pants as well, drawing them and Cloud's underwear out of the way. Cloud's being slightly hard does anything but bother him; in fact, he considers it a good start. He lightly runs a finger along Cloud's length, watching him through his lashes for his reaction.