Sephiroth, of course, intends to do no such thing.
He pulls out of Zechs, not without a slight shudder, and...yes, there's a considerable mess, which there's not a whole lot Sephiroth can do about. Using his mouth is a possibility, but not an appealing one - not with the sheer amount of cleanup that's needed. There's swallowing and then there's making a whole meal out of it, and Sephiroth is far more prepared to do the former than the latter.
So in the end, he does what he can. He uses a hand to wipe himself and Zechs, if not completely clean, then at least mostly dry, idly flicking the excess off his fingers at intervals. It's a stopgap measure, really, until he can get one or both of them to a shower. If Zechs is conscious enough, he will get to see Sephiroth clean off his hand with his tongue once he's finished; he needs to be able to use it.
He then absently scoops Zechs into the crook of one arm while he fetches the man's clothes, taking the time to painstakingly put them on while he manhandles Zechs not unlike an oversized dressable doll. He's gentle enough in that he's careful not to hurt Zechs, but he's clearly expecting no assistance or input from him on this whatsoever and just taking care of things in his own way.
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He pulls out of Zechs, not without a slight shudder, and...yes, there's a considerable mess, which there's not a whole lot Sephiroth can do about. Using his mouth is a possibility, but not an appealing one - not with the sheer amount of cleanup that's needed. There's swallowing and then there's making a whole meal out of it, and Sephiroth is far more prepared to do the former than the latter.
So in the end, he does what he can. He uses a hand to wipe himself and Zechs, if not completely clean, then at least mostly dry, idly flicking the excess off his fingers at intervals. It's a stopgap measure, really, until he can get one or both of them to a shower. If Zechs is conscious enough, he will get to see Sephiroth clean off his hand with his tongue once he's finished; he needs to be able to use it.
He then absently scoops Zechs into the crook of one arm while he fetches the man's clothes, taking the time to painstakingly put them on while he manhandles Zechs not unlike an oversized dressable doll. He's gentle enough in that he's careful not to hurt Zechs, but he's clearly expecting no assistance or input from him on this whatsoever and just taking care of things in his own way.