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Good god, let me give you my life

[ Some people in this situation might worry that it was too much.

Zack is worried that it’s not enough.

Okay, yes, he got Cloud off duty for the day, and had him stay over so he could wake him up with a birthday blowjob. But the gifts he got are almost all practical things; some boots and jeans to replace the very well-worn ones that Cloud wears when he’s in civvies ‘cause he seems to think of any money that he spends on himself as money he’s taking from his mother, and some actual uniform boots too because even though Shinra supplies them, Cloud’s still in the infantry, where they don’t seem to have heard of sizes and a march is much easier when your boots fit. There’s a little detour on the way out, too; Zack knows where Sephiroth is working for the day, and he may not be the guy’s biggest fan but he at least knows he’s not rude enough to decline to wish Cloud a happy birthday when Zack announces the occasion to him. It’s totally worth it for the look on Cloud’s face.

Dinner is a picnic – not one he made, for both their sakes, but bought and taken to Aerith’s church where they can cozy up together without worry of being seen. She’s gonna clear out for the evening, but she does make an appearance to bring a cake her mother made and ask Cloud how he likes the flowers Zack presented him with, and when she kisses him on the cheek he flushes so pink so fast that Zack could almost be jealous.

And when they head back, there’s the poster. Zack had claimed to forget his wallet so in could duck back into the apartment and put it up so it’d be a surprise when they got back. It’s Cloud’s old one, the one he’d tried to hide when Zack first talked him into moving in, and Sephiroth had definitely been stifling a laugh when he signed - no, no need to make it out to me, just sign your name, man!. Embarrassing as that was, he’s still excited enough that he basically hustles Cloud over so it’s in view. ]

Ta-da!

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[ zack picks up the pace, fucking into him hard enough that the slap of skin against skin is almost louder than the creak of bedsprings beneath them, and fuck. it's hard to keep his grip on zack's sweat-slick skin -- he ends up clawing little pink lines down the other boy's back as he tries to clutch at him, one leg looping around his waist like he's trying to pull him in deeper.

it's just right, the perfect angle to let zack hit that spot, and cloud can't stifle the way he cries out. ] Fuck!

Zack, ah, please, please -- [ not even sure what he's begging for, only that everything building in him is so sharp and wonderful it's almost overwhelming. every thrust into him has him so full, and it's like zack knows just what he needs, and god. ]

[ The scrape of Cloud's nails down Zack's back leaves little trails of fire behind them, the burn of it blurring seamlessly into the pleasure of everything else, fuel to the fire Cloud has lit in him. And he knows he's hit the right spot, hears in in Cloud's voice and feels it in the way that leg looped around his waist pulls tighter, feels it in the clench of Cloud's body around him, like he's trying to drag more out of him.

So more it is. He shifts, raises up on his knees a little, slips a hand under the small of Cloud's back to lift him slightly, to give Zack more control as he drives himself into Cloud's body. He's a lost cause now, the pulsing bliss of what they're doing filling him up to near overflowing, so all he can do is try to make sure he spends the remaining time he has getting it just right, driving each long thrust right over the place that has Cloud making such wonderful sounds and try to drag the smaller boy right over that cliff-edge of pleasure with him. ]

Please? You ask so nicely. So polite when you have to know I'd - ah - I'd kill to be with you like this, to fuck you like this, I should be the one begging to get to fill you up - so tight, so hot, so good, Cloud -

[ he's pretty far gone, but the brain cells zack hasn't fucked to mush still register how easily zack lifts his hips with a little flare of heat. it's hot how easily zack can move him, how he's strong enough to rearrange cloud on a whim. and it just makes him wrap both legs around zack's waist almost on instinct, squeezing like he's trying to pull him deeper on every stroke.

it's so fucking good. zack drives home into him relentlessly, and every inward thrust hits that spot that makes him see stars. he's making noises that would probably embarrass the hell out of him if he was anywhere close to being in control -- sharp cries trailing off into needy little mewls, and he isn't even trying to stifle them. he really wants to respond, to tell zack how good it feels, how much he loves it, but it's too much work to string the words together when everything zack is doing to him makes him feel like he's going to shatter. ]

Zack, Zack, Zack! Yes, please, I-I -- Fuck, don't stop, god, yeah --

[ and wow, cloud wasn't even aware he could come without a hand on his dick, so he has just a second or two to be startled by the realization before his orgasm smashes into him like a truck. he cries out all over again, voice breaking around something that tries to shape itself into zack's name, every muscle in his body squeezing like he's trying to wring the orgasm out of zack right along with him. ]

[ Oh, perfect. Perfect. It's intensely rewarding to hear Cloud like that, and Zack gets just a moment to appreciate the sight of Cloud arching in his grip, pleasure painted across his face, coming all over his own stomach before the rhythmic clench of him has Zack coming too, slamming himself home, buried as deep inside Cloud as he's able to go as the sweet feeling of it floods him, takes him over. ]

Cloud!

[ He's helpless to the feeling of it, grinding his hips against Cloud even as the flood of his orgasm starts to recede and the pleasure of it edges towards too much, burying his face against Cloud's neck and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses there. ]

[ he moans when he feels zack hit his peak inside him, awash with a warm sense of gratification at this proof that he was able to make zack feel good too. and even as the rolling grind of zack's hips starts to slow, cloud only loops his arms around the other boy's shoulders and nuzzles up into his temple, wanting to stay this close for as long as he can. they're both sweaty, sticky, and more than a little gross -- but the idea of coming apart again after something so intimate is almost painful, and he's greedy to keep zack right where he is. ]

I love you. [ it's muffled into zack's hair, slightly slurred around the edges. he feels wonderfully wrung out, basking in the afterglow of what they just shared and still marveling at it. ] You're amazing.

Yeah. Yeah, love you too.

[ Oh, it's good. Pressed so close that he cant tell the thump of Cloud's heart from his own, finally, finally stopping the tiny, needy motions of his hips but making no move at all to pull out, luxuriating in the closeness. It feels good like this, too, fit neatly inside Cloud without the pressing urgency of want on them, just... together. ]

We're... really good at this.

[ he can't help a little laugh -- not because it isn't true, but because of how perfectly zack echoed his own thoughts. it's impossible to think that he could have this with just anyone else; even just laying here, tangled up with each other, it feels... perfect. like this is how they're supposed to be. ]

Too bad you're already First Class. [ teasing, nuzzling up against his cheek just so he can press a kiss there. ] After a performance like that, you deserve a promotion.

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You'll just have to make me president. President of your butt.

[ Yes, he is aware of how stupid that is, and no, he doesn't sound remotely ashamed of himself. He is, however, considerate enough to adjust just enough to roll them so Cloud is draped over him, because he's aware of how much heavier he is but he's absolutely not ready to pull out yet. ]

Thanks, Cloud.

[ He's 80% sure Cloud will protest, but it feels like he needs to say it. it means a lot to him that Cloud trusts him with this, and more than it should that he got to be Cloud's first. Sappy, and stupidly possessive - it's not like it would mean less somehow if Cloud had been with other people, but the thought of it is enough to make his voice thick when he speaks. ]

[ okay, that's dumb enough that it gets a startled little bark of laughter out of him, and he gives zack a little thump on the chest as the older boy rolls them over. butt president, seriously?

but he's more than happy to settle himself back down over zack, nuzzling warmly into the older boy's chest and breathing out a happy sigh. he'd protest the thanks -- really, it feels like it's him that should be saying thank you -- but! it's hard to tell zack not to say it when he kind of gets how the other boy feels. something that special? it feels like a precious gift that he's been given, and it's hard to stifle the urge to thank zack for sharing it with him.

so, instead? he props his chin on zack's chest so he can smile up at him. ] You wanna know something?

[ Cloud propping himself up like that has the benefit of making it easier for Zack to touch his face, so he does - cups his cheek, gently thumbs over his cheekbone, just soaking up the sight of him - flush-cheeked, a few strands of hair plastered to his face by the light sheen of sweat on him, looking just as happy as Zack feels. ]

Yeah.

I kinda figured --

[ okay, it takes a boldness cloud strife does not possess to come right out and say i planned on getting dick tonight, so. he goes pink instead, breaking eye contact briefly as his gaze flits off to the side.

but! the rest of it is something he really does want zack to know, and that makes it worth the effort to press on. so he looks up shyly at zack through his lashes, even though one of his fingers sneaks over to trace a teasing circle around one of zack's nipples. ] ... I made sure we were both off tomorrow.

So that means you've got me all night.

[ zack has clearly created a monster. ]

[ Oh!

Oh. Man, that's the best news Zack's heard since - well, since Cloud asked him to take him to bed. He gives a sigh that's half a laugh at the feel of Cloud's finger tracing over his nipple, using the hand that's not tenderly cradling Cloud's face to reach down and squeeze Cloud's butt. ]

And all day after that.

[ the feeling of zack squeezing a handful of his ass is enough to make cloud huff out another little laugh, rocking his hips back into the touch and letting out a little sigh at the way it makes zack shift inside him. ]

Sure you can keep up?

Not even a little.

[ Laughing, his smile wide, because it's like he's unlocked something in Cloud. Who would have known there was a sex demon inside him just waiting to be let out? ]

I guess once you wear me out it's your turn to be president, huh?

[ But. Despite his joking, he's grateful, and it only feels right to say so. ]

I'm glad. It'd suck to have this and then have to set an alarm and turn in, you know?

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