Zack catches his lower lip between his teeth, and barely stifles the needy whine in his throat when Cloud touches his cock. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but it's been awhile since he's even touched himself. Their previous situation hadn't left him much time to.

So he's especially reactive, and leans his forehead to Cloud's shoulder. A shiver runs down his back, the muscles tensing beneath Cloud's hand there.

"Yeah, just like that." An involuntary roll of his hips seems to punctuate that statement, and Zack tries to hold back a little huffing laugh about it. He's trying, he swears, but it's hard when he wants Cloud so much. "Feels- fuck- really good."