( there's a quick shake of his head, panting a little at the feel of zack pushing against him. he wants... so much.
he wants zack too much to put it into words. )
Why? ( he's clearly not thinking about the answer to his own question. ) What's —
( his fingers graze over the recognizable feel of scar tissue when zack's shirt is partially up his torso, and cloud sucks in a careful breath, suddenly knowing why and overwhelmed with emotion. it doesn't translate to his face so much as his eyes, staring at zack and wounded by the realization of just how much zack had suffered before he'd died.
he sighs and presses his palm flat against his belly before abandoning his attempt at removing zack's clothes. )
I won't if you don't want me to. It's okay.
( he'd like to see all of zack, but he doesn't mind this either, pushing his hand beneath the band of his underwear to grip his cock and squeeze. mostly in an effort to distract him, but also to rekindle the mood and not lament over the past. he'd done that for years, and right now, he only wants to focus on zack in the present. )
[There is confusion between how needy Zack is in this moment and how much he wants to take a moment and talk this out with Cloud. His eyes try to refocus as that lustful haze disperse a little and he comes back more to himself. Cloud's touch is electric and he has to gulp to clear the lump in his throat as he touches his torso. Dolph's seen it and still likes him, he could show Cloud right? But Cloud was there when it happened...it's different.]
C-cloud...
[He feels the hand move to his cock and he moans so deeply, wanting more of that. He does take a chance though and with a shift he does peel the shirt the rest of the way off him. His body is covered in healed up scars, some clearly older than the rest and not each one is from his final stand but those wounds still look a little fresh.]
I..don't want to hide anything from you...not right now.
[Worried of how Cloud might react he kisses him again, not yet ready to hear his response.]
( he hesitates when zack says his name, thinking to ask if he wanted to do something different. but it's followed by the removal of his shirt, the baring of skin, and cloud's gaze focus on the scars, his hands stilling before they move to gently skim over them.
this is what had happened to him all those years ago. how zack had protected him, tried to save them both. some part of cloud hates that he recalls zack's death so vividly, that it's one of the few things that's unmistakable in the mess of his head, and he's conscious of the emotion welling up in his chest, in his face. the burn in his eyes even as zack sweeps him up in a kiss before he can say anything.
when they part to breathe, his fingers find their way to zack's belly and then to that place over his heart. )
You're beautiful.
( it's a whisper, soft and aching but honest. he'd never lie to zack and hopes he can one day see how much he cares about him. )
[Zack would have eagerly continued kissing had he been given the chance but then Cloud's touching him and stopping and he can't help the shudder of breath that leaves him when that hand touches his chest above his heart. He closes his eyes on instinct, worried at being rejected but then Cloud speaks and his eyes open. They are still dark and blown out with lust but also a sort of sadness in those dark glowing eyes.]
Beautiful?
[He mimics the word and looks down at where Cloud's pale hand is against his darker, scar riddled chest. He shakes his head in a no and places his own hand over Cloud's.]
You're the one whose beautiful. You've always been.
( he doesn't know what to do with the compliment, and for a moment, cloud just stares at him.
there's so much he hasn't said to him or told him. there's so much building inside of him that cloud doesn't know what to do with it either, lips parting and then pressing together as his fingers curl lightly beneath zack's hand. what now? what should he do? )
Zack —
( he nudges their noses together, so close to kissing him but hovering just there. he needs to say this. )
I want you. ( and the pause that follows is muted by the careful brush of his mouth to zack's. ) No matter what.
[It's too much all at once, Cloud's touching him, seeing him, being soft and finally asking something of Zack. With a breathe he moves and closes the distance that's barely between them anymore, kissing Cloud back with more passion then he had before.
He knows they should talk more, say something about the elephant in the room that's what happened to them but not now. the scars being called beautiful are enough for him he thinks in this moment.]
...Cloud...
[His voice is breathy as he pulls away for a moment to whisper his name in between the kisses as he works on pushing his jumpsuit lower on his hips so he can try and free his cock. They should go to a bed but he can't think of that right now. He's so happy with Cloud right now in this moment and doesn't want anything to break that, not even moving to a bed.]
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Date: 2024-03-06 06:03 pm (UTC)he wants zack too much to put it into words. )
Why? ( he's clearly not thinking about the answer to his own question. ) What's —
( his fingers graze over the recognizable feel of scar tissue when zack's shirt is partially up his torso, and cloud sucks in a careful breath, suddenly knowing why and overwhelmed with emotion. it doesn't translate to his face so much as his eyes, staring at zack and wounded by the realization of just how much zack had suffered before he'd died.
he sighs and presses his palm flat against his belly before abandoning his attempt at removing zack's clothes. )
I won't if you don't want me to. It's okay.
( he'd like to see all of zack, but he doesn't mind this either, pushing his hand beneath the band of his underwear to grip his cock and squeeze. mostly in an effort to distract him, but also to rekindle the mood and not lament over the past. he'd done that for years, and right now, he only wants to focus on zack in the present. )
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Date: 2024-03-10 02:03 pm (UTC)C-cloud...
[He feels the hand move to his cock and he moans so deeply, wanting more of that. He does take a chance though and with a shift he does peel the shirt the rest of the way off him. His body is covered in healed up scars, some clearly older than the rest and not each one is from his final stand but those wounds still look a little fresh.]
I..don't want to hide anything from you...not right now.
[Worried of how Cloud might react he kisses him again, not yet ready to hear his response.]
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Date: 2024-03-22 03:54 pm (UTC)this is what had happened to him all those years ago. how zack had protected him, tried to save them both. some part of cloud hates that he recalls zack's death so vividly, that it's one of the few things that's unmistakable in the mess of his head, and he's conscious of the emotion welling up in his chest, in his face. the burn in his eyes even as zack sweeps him up in a kiss before he can say anything.
when they part to breathe, his fingers find their way to zack's belly and then to that place over his heart. )
You're beautiful.
( it's a whisper, soft and aching but honest. he'd never lie to zack and hopes he can one day see how much he cares about him. )
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Date: 2024-03-22 05:05 pm (UTC)Beautiful?
[He mimics the word and looks down at where Cloud's pale hand is against his darker, scar riddled chest. He shakes his head in a no and places his own hand over Cloud's.]
You're the one whose beautiful. You've always been.
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Date: 2024-03-22 05:30 pm (UTC)there's so much he hasn't said to him or told him. there's so much building inside of him that cloud doesn't know what to do with it either, lips parting and then pressing together as his fingers curl lightly beneath zack's hand. what now? what should he do? )
Zack —
( he nudges their noses together, so close to kissing him but hovering just there. he needs to say this. )
I want you. ( and the pause that follows is muted by the careful brush of his mouth to zack's. ) No matter what.
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Date: 2024-04-29 07:55 pm (UTC)He knows they should talk more, say something about the elephant in the room that's what happened to them but not now. the scars being called beautiful are enough for him he thinks in this moment.]
...Cloud...
[His voice is breathy as he pulls away for a moment to whisper his name in between the kisses as he works on pushing his jumpsuit lower on his hips so he can try and free his cock. They should go to a bed but he can't think of that right now. He's so happy with Cloud right now in this moment and doesn't want anything to break that, not even moving to a bed.]