[ there is a part of him, just a sliver, that almost wishes he had something to stuff in zack's mouth and shut him up with. because that praise is almost too much -- it settles down into cloud's core and burns there, until his blood feels like it's boiling and his cock is aching between his legs. but cloud would be lying if he tried he say he didn't crave it, even though he's forced to reach a hand down between his legs and give himself a stroke just to take some of the edge off.
and listen, it'd probably be prudent to take things slow -- it's been awhile since he's done this, after all -- but there's nothing about the way he feels about zack that encourages caution or a level head. so he shifts a little to get a better angle, then slides his mouth all the way down. swallows when he feels the thick head of zack's dick nudging at the back of his throat, and then there's a rush of satisfaction as he takes it the rest of the way. ]
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and listen, it'd probably be prudent to take things slow -- it's been awhile since he's done this, after all -- but there's nothing about the way he feels about zack that encourages caution or a level head. so he shifts a little to get a better angle, then slides his mouth all the way down. swallows when he feels the thick head of zack's dick nudging at the back of his throat, and then there's a rush of satisfaction as he takes it the rest of the way. ]