"In a technical sense, yes, in that it was mandated by the company. Certainly not in the sense that it matches anyone else's." Sephiroth smirks a bit.
Cloud may be mirroring Scarlet's actions, but the mood and his intentions couldn't be more different. Sephiroth doesn't even associate the one with the other, his smirk softening instead as Cloud touches him. He does indeed let Cloud unbuckle those belts, shrugging off the harness once it's unfastened so that Cloud can enjoy his bared chest without anything left in the way.
"I can," he agrees, with a slight smile. "I'm used to this, but...I can branch out, as well." Then, with a chuckle - "Genesis will make sure I do, regardless."
Genesis had always loved getting him into any clothing other than his uniform. Sephiroth's not sure if it was for the visual appeal or whether it was simply that Genesis liked seeing him when he wasn't dressed up as some product of ShinRa; he supposes it easily could have been, and probably was, both.
As Sephiroth's gaze captures those mako-blue eyes of Cloud's, he slowly wraps a hand around the man's length, beginning to stroke him. It's slow, languid, but with an intense deliberateness that's only heightened by the way Sephiroth's so fixated on him. He's looking for every scrap of reaction, measuring it and filing it away and using what he observes to inform his next moves.
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Cloud may be mirroring Scarlet's actions, but the mood and his intentions couldn't be more different. Sephiroth doesn't even associate the one with the other, his smirk softening instead as Cloud touches him. He does indeed let Cloud unbuckle those belts, shrugging off the harness once it's unfastened so that Cloud can enjoy his bared chest without anything left in the way.
"I can," he agrees, with a slight smile. "I'm used to this, but...I can branch out, as well." Then, with a chuckle - "Genesis will make sure I do, regardless."
Genesis had always loved getting him into any clothing other than his uniform. Sephiroth's not sure if it was for the visual appeal or whether it was simply that Genesis liked seeing him when he wasn't dressed up as some product of ShinRa; he supposes it easily could have been, and probably was, both.
As Sephiroth's gaze captures those mako-blue eyes of Cloud's, he slowly wraps a hand around the man's length, beginning to stroke him. It's slow, languid, but with an intense deliberateness that's only heightened by the way Sephiroth's so fixated on him. He's looking for every scrap of reaction, measuring it and filing it away and using what he observes to inform his next moves.