Don't think I can. You were already perfect to me. Now you've got all this muscle and this [ squeezing as he strokes, relishing the feel of it as much as he's enjoying the teasing ], and I'm gonna have to come up with a word that means better than perfect.

Maybe we can find a way to shut me up in the meantime though, huh?

[ And he rolls Cloud onto his back, starts kissing a line down his body. He'd imagined this, watching the way Cloud moves now - not just because of the new muscle but surer, more confident. Some days it made his mouth water and he'd have to turn away just to know he wasn't going to embarrass himself, force a polite declinature. Now that he knows it's welcome, he lingers - nipping gently over skin, soothing with a tongue that's longed to taste Cloud again. ]