Cloud just shrugs. It's not that the idea is fascinating, it's that...Sephiroth's usual outfit is too familiar to him. It's what he was wearing that day in Nibelheim. It came from Shinra. Cloud's not consciously thinking these things right now, between the rain and the pollen, but they're at the root of his request.

He feels Sephiroth's hand shift, but his eyes remain closed, so it takes him completely off-guard when he's suddenly enveloped in an incredible wet heat. He gasps, eyes flying open and hips arching up off the ground without thought. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks down with flushed cheeks to stare at the breathtaking sight of Sephiroth with his mouth on Cloud's cock.

"A-ah..." A quiet, half-strangled attempt at words that fails utterly.