That look in Sephiroth's eyes pins Cloud to the spot as easily as those hands at his hips do, but it isn't cold at all - it's anything but. Cloud's face flushes at what Sephiroth says, and although he groans in frustration that it all stopped right when he got so close, it's hard to complain about watching Sephiroth...appreciate him.
But he does more than watch. While the other man undresses and prepares him, Cloud takes the opportunity to get his hands on Sephiroth's bare arms again and lets them roam unhurriedly all over every part of him that he can reach. He tries his hand at imitating what he felt before, running his fingers around and over Sephiroth's nipples to see if he likes it.
And once they begin in earnest, it's easier than Cloud expected it might be to just...let go. He doesn't look away from Sephiroth's intense gaze, nor does he try to stifle any of the quiet gasps or sounds he makes. When the slow pace starts to drive him to distraction, he reaches up to pull Sephiroth close and kiss him deeply again, moaning softly into it.
By the time Sephiroth's got him back to the edge, he's clutching at that silver hair with both hands, back arched and head thrown back, and he definitely has no complaints about the way Sephiroth's strong hand strokes him off or how hard his hips thrust before the blooming warmth of both of their climaxes sends Cloud reeling into a blissful haze.
It takes longer for Cloud to recover, as his panting breaths mingle with Sephiroth's behind that comforting curtain. He meets those catlike eyes with his own, though his gaze is still dazed and dreamy, and he smiles.
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But he does more than watch. While the other man undresses and prepares him, Cloud takes the opportunity to get his hands on Sephiroth's bare arms again and lets them roam unhurriedly all over every part of him that he can reach. He tries his hand at imitating what he felt before, running his fingers around and over Sephiroth's nipples to see if he likes it.
And once they begin in earnest, it's easier than Cloud expected it might be to just...let go. He doesn't look away from Sephiroth's intense gaze, nor does he try to stifle any of the quiet gasps or sounds he makes. When the slow pace starts to drive him to distraction, he reaches up to pull Sephiroth close and kiss him deeply again, moaning softly into it.
By the time Sephiroth's got him back to the edge, he's clutching at that silver hair with both hands, back arched and head thrown back, and he definitely has no complaints about the way Sephiroth's strong hand strokes him off or how hard his hips thrust before the blooming warmth of both of their climaxes sends Cloud reeling into a blissful haze.
It takes longer for Cloud to recover, as his panting breaths mingle with Sephiroth's behind that comforting curtain. He meets those catlike eyes with his own, though his gaze is still dazed and dreamy, and he smiles.