[ The little haa Zack makes is as much to do with Cloud saying he won't let him go as with the feeling of Cloud nuzzling against his skin, his cock. It's all tangled together, the sensations he's craved, the words he's longed for. Cloud is being possessive and Zack wants nothing more than to be possessed, to belong to Cloud totally and completely.
He reaches down, combs his fingers through Cloud's hair, makes a low, almost crooning sound even he doesn't quite know the meaning of - thanks, a plea for more, a declaration of love. All three, probably. ]
I've wanted to be yours again. So much. Always was, in my heart, but I needed to know you know it too.
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He reaches down, combs his fingers through Cloud's hair, makes a low, almost crooning sound even he doesn't quite know the meaning of - thanks, a plea for more, a declaration of love. All three, probably. ]
I've wanted to be yours again. So much. Always was, in my heart, but I needed to know you know it too.