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Sephiroth had no intention of pausing as he made his way through the halls after attending tiresome meetings he had no rational reason to be included in, his mandatory attendance merely a tie breaker for pointless votes that are rarely followed through on. He thinks nothing of idle chatter in the halls, save for finding amusement in the few who speculate over poorly based rumours. On occasion his attention is drawn by the name of a SOLDIER, or mention of his own, and simple listens as he walks by. Today would have been no different if he had not caught sight of the fair haired infantry man before Zack's name came off the blond's lips. Why he chooses to mask his presence and slide out of sight to observe is a simple matter.
Soft platinum tufts sway gently as he talks, quietly, of Zack's upcoming birthday, without any hint of a chemical scent in the air to indicate the use of products. Pale skin, still warmly toned with sunlight, but clear and effortlessly smooth. His eyes are blue, and not the blue of mako but a soft, soothing oceanic hue that excites a certain aspect of Sephiroth's core with intrigue, because if he'd never found particular interest in a type , he certainly had now.
Small enough he could carry away like a prize.
When one of the blond's fellow infantrymen mentions cake, the group as one pauses for a moment as his little prize mentions he's never made one before. The plan forms without delay in his mind, and a devious smirk spreads across Sephiroth's face as he alters his route to approach and offer his assistance.
"Lieutenant Fair is a close associate of mine. If you are willing," he purrs, "I can instruct you in making a cake."
Strife, he pulls from the embroidered flap on the blond's uniform chest pocket, only stutters briefly before coming to attention with a small salute, immediately copied by the others. "S-sir! I couldn't ask that of you, I'm sure you have o-other things to do. We'll figure something out. Zack isn't- Lieutenant Fair isn't too picky, I mean."
"Nonsense. It will save me the hassle of coming up with my own gift for him, provided you share credit. I'll need to gather the ingredients. I will retrieve you when everything is ready," he offers, though he leaves no room for debate. Before Strife can respond in the negative, he continues briskly down the hall as though he was intentionally leaving the same direction he arrived from.
After all, he had things to prepare.
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When Sephiroth arrives at the baracks the same evening, the blond's bunkmates are silently ogling as the events unfold, clearly more attuned to sexual tension as Cloud follows oblivious to it all. Cloud , because he'd wasted no time in pulling up the file for Strife, C and perusing it's contents in a matter of moments.
In the elevator, Cloud asks what type of cake he has the ingredients for, though he's certain Zack will eat anything with enough sugar in it.
"Unimportant. We will decide the flavour when it needs to be added," he waves the question away. Without questions, Cloud follows him from the elevator to his apartment door, and he wonders if the blond doesn't realise where they are just yet.
This is proved true the moment he places a hand on a slim shoulder, and guides the slender figure in front of him through the doorway, earning a faint inhale of surprise. Giving him a moment to collect himself, he throws out "I'll be just a moment taking my boots off if you mind removing your own."
He is treated to the sight of Cloud's rounded ass as his pants flex when he leans over to undo his laces and wonders again, if Cloud is aware of what he's doing. Of just how he affects his General.
"Thank you. I haven't quite gotten everything off yet, as I have significantly more buckles and straps to be undone, but I will guide you through beginning the process, he adds as Cloud fidgets for a moment, shuffling socked feet on the hardwoods.
"If you'll preheat the oven first, the large mixing bowl is in the cupboard above the fridge," a lie, though he knows Cloud isn't tall enough to reach and discover this. He waits until Cloud realises this before he makes the first move, offhandedly apologizing for failing to consider the height difference, swiftly moving behind the blond to corner him, pinning him against the fridge. He could feel at first the bristling stiffness of the blond's muscles at the height reference before the rigid surprise sets in and Cloud freezes, motionless. "Allow me", he purrs again, and the blond remains silent, a sure sign he's become aware of the pressing length between them, situated just above the dimple at the base of Cloud's spine.
It isn't a mixing bowl he pulls from the cupboard. It's a strategically placed, open can of energy drink, which he proceeds to spill over the top of Clouds shoulder and down his back, over the back of his fatigues. Another small gasp comes from the figure pressed between him and the solid surface of his stainless steel refrigerator, another small sound he relishes in having drawn from the blond.
"Oh. My apologies. My tendency to leave these things in unusual places does have a downside," he steps back, emptying the remainder of the can into the sink.
Seemingly as an afterthought he adds "The bathroom is down the hall, at the end, if you would like to take those off before they become sticky. Though I can only speak for leather, it is quite an unpleasant experience."
His little prize nods in embarrassed silence, skirting around him towards the hall. He waits until Cloud is out of sight before the small, satisfied smile slips onto his face, and he turns the oven off.
Minutes later, his musings are interrupted by the soft pad of socked feet echoing down the hall, stopping just short of the kitchen, and at once he curses himself. Infantry fatigues, much like SOLDIER uniform pants, are water resistant. It had been a necessity in Wutai, yet now he despises the requisition for spoiling part of a meticulously planned interaction.
At the very least, Cloud's cotton shirt is nowhere in sight, revealing smooth, pale skin and the soft hint of muscle definition. The kind that isn't overly visible until his core tightens and he writhes captured beneath- no, he mustn't get distracted. Nodding, he calls the blond over.
"How large do you suppose? Six inches? Eight or nine perhaps?" Sephiroth smiles lewdly, but stills at Cloud's contemplative expression.
It's sudden. So sudden. The dawning realisation that the blond doesn't realise what's going on. Hasn't picked up on the multitude of hints and innuendos. Has he been too vague? It almost seems as though he's never done-, all thoughts whir to a halt.
Cloud Strife has never done this before. He doesn't realise this is foreplay.
Sure, Sephiroth's upbringing in the labs means he sometimes fails to give proper social cues, but he thought he'd made it evident enough. Evidently not.
Still, something curls possessively inside him at the thought he might be Cloud's first. First of many things. A hunger, a desire. He barely hears the blond mention a six inch pan won't be enough cake for Zack, that a nine is probably more suitable.
Genesis has drilled the concept into his head enough times to know, in this moment clarity is called for above all else. He locks eyes with Cloud.
The thrill of laying fresh claim is pushed aside in favour of honesty and communication. He will not proceed without consent.
"Strife," he shakes his head, "Cloud," it's the first time he's used the name, and it sends another wave of warmth through his chest at a the ease with which it comes off his lips, "I have not been honest in my intentions so allow me to clarify. I intend to have cake tonight. Your cake. To partake of your body intimately."
"W-What?" he receives in response, wide eyed shock, no doubt pondering if he misheard his General.
"From the first moment in the hall, I intended to bring you home and sleep with you-" he pauses as Cloud wavers, eyes blissfully surprised as he fumbles for something to hold on to,a pleasant blush beginning to show in his cheeks
"If this is against your wishes, we will simply bake the cake for Zackary. My offer of assistance in that, at least, was sincere, however, I wish it to be known I have an interest in you."
"You.. that's… I'm not-"
"Experienced? No, I gathered as much when you failed to recognise me coming on to you for what it was."
"And you still.." Cloud blinks up at him from below bangs and lashes, the blush spreading over the bridge of his nose, filling more of his face.
"If anything, I am even more inclined now that I'm aware. I have certain preferences, all of which you exude, but I must warn you, my tastes range rather extreme in some instances."
"I don't.. can I just.. Sorry, can I just think about it for a moment? In private? This is really d-direct. Sephiroth. Sir."
"Certainly. Your full consent is a necessity if this is to move any further. And if not, I assure you no offense will be taken, though I will mourn the opportunity to indulge. I would ask either way, however, that you use a less formal title in my own home. Unless it's something you enjoy?" he lifts a brow, internally delighting as the blush returns from where it had begun to fade. Ah, at least that implication made it across clearly.
"Okay! Okay, I'll… be back in, just, I'll be back!" Cloud ducks back into the hall, and he hears the bathroom door close again a moment later. He actively avoids listening to the blond's heart rate, not wanting to raise his hopes. The interest is there, certainly. The physical responses present a positive inclination on Cloud's part. Mentally however, he's aware there is a larger decision to be made.
When Cloud returns, however much later he doesn't know, having occupied himself responding to emails on his PHs, the stiffly moving figure takes a breath and dives straight in. It reminds him greatly of a chocobo in its first season puffing its chest to prepare for courting, and it's utterly adorable. He'll deeply regret if Cloud chooses not to pursue this.
"I've never done this before. I don't know what to do. It might be terrible for me. It might be awkward for you. But… I'm willing to try, if you're willing to go slower and walk me through it."
"Well you certainly won't be walking through anything - Forgive me, that was impulsive. If you can follow directions, I will ensure this experience is as pleasurable for you as it is enjoyable for me," he offers.
Cloud nods
"Do you agree? You may change your mind at any point, but let me be clear. This will likely push the boundaries of your comfort zone. I can be rather experimental in my endeavours. I need to know if you wish this to be a one time event, or if you are willing to consider a longer term agreement."
"I.. yeah," Cloud laughs, "I don't even know what I'm doing, but fuck it. And… you can probably tell I've got a thing for you so… might as well? I've had a crush on you forever, just never imagined it going anywhere. You're kind of unapproachable. Gotta break the ice some time anyway, right?"
"Oh, we can play with ice another time, if you'd like" he winks, "but I had something rather specific in mind for today. Have a seat on the edge of the table, if you will. I'll be just a moment."
The moment it takes is long enough to soften a bar of butter to room temperature in the microwave, and then he's standing between Cloud's spread thighs at the edge of the table.
"You mentioned this is your first, that you've never made a cake before," he begins, seeing confusion fog Cloud's eyes before there's a spark of understanding when he adds, "so it's important to prepare very thoroughly."
He sets the measuring cup on the table, lifting Cloud further back onto the table so his knees are bent wide, heels at the edge. "You may want to remove your fatigues for this," he observes as Cloud blushes, hesitantly sliding his pants down and folding his knees inward in some semblance of embarrassment. Sephiroth pulls the discarded pants full off from around Cloud's ankles to deposit them on the floor, before running his hands up the outsides of thin legs, pausing at the knees.
In slow, forecasted motions, he presses them apart to spread Cloud's thighs, revealing him in his entirety. Feeling a twitch of arousal at the sight, he takes in the view before him. Flushed, perhaps embarrassed, Cloud Strife lies bare on his table as he pushes gently on his shoulders until they meet the cold surface, evident by the small chill that visibly travels through his lithe form. His skin is soft, and warm in comparison, and for a moment Sephiroth reconsiders this first encounter in favour of something more… vanilla , he nearly laughs.
But no, nothing but visions of his plans for this evening have filled his mind throughout the day, through meetings and paperwork, through reading Cloud Strife's file. Glorious, heated plans that cause an ache in his loins and inner thighs in anticipation.
First however, he'll have to work on getting Cloud to relax.
A gentle tremor runs through the muscles beneath his fingers as he begins ever so lightly tracing lines up and down Cloud's legs, crossing over the knees and lazily winding up to the outside of his hips before repeating the process in reverse. Rising again to press slightly into the tender flesh just inside prominent hip bones, and soothing away the involuntary response that attempts to bring Cloud's legs together despite his presence between them, Cloud's muffled noise of surprise encouraging. It borders on the realm of massage for a time, tenderly going over the same areas before starting to apply more pressure, rubbing, manipulating the body beneath him.
As if Sensing Cloud's uncertainty his hands flutter past the groin, intent on rising to the sides of his torso, sliding underneath to stroke the length of his back, lifting him once more and pulling him closer to the edge of the table again. His arms move calmly to wrap Cloud's legs around his waist, constraining his calves until they remain without enforcement as Cloud understands the motion.
Trailing back up the lean legs, squeezing where he pleases. It's a pleasant surprise how silent Cloud remains, allowing himself to be manipulated, manhandled into a new position. Leaning forwards, his palms settle into the soft cavity below the ribcage as he presses firmly into the flat of Cloud's abdomen, caving it in slowly. His attention narrows to sensory input as he grasps either side of the thin waist, fingers delving into Cloud's obliques. The sight of skin a warmer tone than his own, yet still pale between his fingers, the want to squeeze and compress, to control Cloud's body… it enthralls him. He had been drawn to Cloud at first sight but out of his oversized, baggy uniform and shapeless t-shirt, Sephiroth can't help but want this for himself, for his eyes only. And perhaps they will talk more after this evening, but his target at the moment is clear enough. Cloud has relaxed, marginally, at the hands on exploration of his figure, as intended, and is half hard against his own stomach as he lies spread on his back.
"As you are new to this, I will explain something often misinterpreted," he continues to play lightly and feel for Cloud's muscles. "The fantasy of being stretched by an increasing number of fingers in preparation is just that. A fantasy," he dips the fingers of one hand into the softened butter in the measuring cup, the other maintaining it's motions on Cloud's thigh, pressing the leg further apart, detaching it from himself to make room.
"The muscles involved don't simply stretch until there is enough room, like a rubber band does," the small pucker twitches with the increased exposure, inviting him in.
"Rather, they relax enough to allow passage, like a drawstring," he begins instead with the lightest graze over it, watching a myriad of expressions fly across the face below him before he does it again, and again.
"I will indulge you, for your first time, to help you learn touch, to become accustomed to the intrusion, this time the fingers settle over it, apply pressure slowly.
"In time however, you can learn to relax these very muscles with conscious effort, like you would to swallow intentionally," he withdraws to collect more butter, placing a softened mound of it directly over Cloud's entrance.
"I intend to teach you exactly how to do so," he slides the first finger in, feeling as Cloud's breath catches and the tender ring of muscles clamps down on it, not fast enough to prevent him from slipping it in all the way.
"You were relaxed enough to allow the entire finger, Cloud, remember that feeling, the loosening of each muscle, the tingling. It's not uncomfortable, is it? It's simple new, a new sensation," he presses to the side of his finger, firmly against the rim, earning a muffled squeak as Cloud tries to silence himself with the back of his hand.
"Does it feel good little prize? I've thought of you all day, distracting me. Thought of plunging in at such a pace to send you bouncing against every surface I take you on, and there would be many ," he begins to circle, the finger inside pressing in a clockwise motion, pulling the muscle in different directions, away from the center of Clouds hole. The muscles twitch, the pressure lightens. His own lower extremities tighten unbearably at the thought of being inside such heat.
The hand rubbing gentle circles into Cloud's quad slowly ceases, before lifting to pick up the glass measuring cup. Simultaneously, he withdraws his finger to line another up with it, drizzling a small amount of the liquified butter from the bottom of the cup over the digits before returning the pressure inwards at a moderate pace.
"So much of this is psychological, you see, to allow the equivalent of either a mate, or a predator such intimate access," Sephiroth smiles as he continues inwards, sinking in to watch the tissues slump over the first knuckles, then the second, before finally sealing below the third. "It requires incredible trust, Cloud, for you to let me in so easily as this. Can you feel them?" he asks, gently curling them upwards inside, alongside the velvet walls within, rubbing with the tips to create a new sensation for the blond. "Have you ever done this to yourself? Never had someone else feed this little treat you have here?" He has to know.
" Gaia- No! I've never even-"
"Truly not even your own? Not even just one?" he inquires, but Cloud is tossing his head, unable to multitask with his focus pulled inwards, to the fingers splaying him open, beginning to move.
" See Cloud? You know somewhere in that little mind of yours I will take care of you properly," a third finger catches at the rim, waiting, "Give you the pleasure you deserve if only you let me. As you give me complete control."
The rings of muscle encompassing them twitch once more as the third forces it's way in, only occasionally attempting to remove the intrusion, but more easily his fingers begin to slide back and forth as he continues, a small hint of butter slipping out as the appendages move, the rest of it melted by body heat to smear across Cloud's crease. "Can you tell the difference now Cloud? Between stretching and relaxation? Can you feel yourself left me all the way in? I'm not prying you open, you've let me in. Such trust," he purrs.
"That tickle, that little itch, you want to move but can't make yourself. On the edge of that sweet little bundle of nerves, so close to pleasure. Would you like me to move you, Cloud, to open up your heat? Look at you, relaxed like this on my dining table-" he pauses, watching the haze in Cloud's eyes begin to clear if only for a moment.
"That's right, isn't, we're making a cake for Zackary. I had almost forgotten," his smile warps into a sadistic smirk, seeing the embarrassment settle into Cloud's face at hearing hai friend's name in the middle of this. He doesn't tense though, only arches his back off the table, trying to get away from the sensation, or get more of it, no way to tell. A small humiliation kink, perhaps, to explore another time. "We best get set up then."
With his free hand, which had since been stroking Cloud's leg, his side, up to cup his cheek and back, he winds it under one thigh, then around Cloud's slim back, and lifts him to sit one leg draped over his arm, the other dangling below as his fingers settle in deeply, pressed the the knuckle. With a shrug he adjust the arm around the blond, pinning him to his side and heading for the spice cabinet first.
Cloud clings to him as he prepares, awareness blurred by the sudden jostling of each step as he's carried, and the newfound perch of Sephiroth's fingertips against his prostate. It isn't until he needs to reach for the cupboard door that Sephiroth realised his dilemma. The lack of free hands.
Cloud however, has both currently wrapped so tightly around him they would cut off circulation on anyone unenhanced as he cries out at the pressure. The sudden stimulation so abrupt a change, so constant that he can't contain the anguished mewling.
Ruthlessly, Sephiroth orders him to open the cupboard. Cloud is trembling in his arms, but so far beyond awareness that his rim is completely slack, allowing even the top knuckles of his three fingers to press inwards. Shakily, seemingly barely aware of the motion, his little prize's arm unlatches and stretches out to grip the cupboard handle, white knuckled, and drag it open.
"The vanilla extract on the first shelf. We'll need it," he directs, and the hand struggles to release the handle, again reaching out as directed to grasp the bottle. He swirls his fingers inside, and Cloud nearly drops it, trying desperately to pull air into his lungs as his body only half responds to the impulse, plagued by white vision.
The rigid member surrounded by dark blond hair jerks, and nothing is there to stop the flow as Cloud comes pressed against Sephiroth's torso, tightly gripping the vanilla. He gives Cloud but a moment to collect himself before he's moving once again, back towards the table, dick throbbing at the pleading sobs coming from the blond in his arms as the movement barges into overstimulation. He hopes fiercely this will ruin intimacy with anyone else for the blond, so he might keep him for himself. His loins ache with the need to be inside , but he has plans.
Plans that involve several more painstakingly slow trips to the kitchen for ingredients, allowing Cloud only brief respite from the pressure against his prostate. He's near numb with pleasure, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he remains aware enough to cry out as Sephiroth's smallest finger joins the other three.
Despite the minimal range of movement his fingers have been operating in, the heat is beginning to rise uncomfortable at Cloud's rim, undoubtedly requiring more lubrication, but he waits until they've gathered the rest of the ingredients to the table before setting Cloud down. When he withdraws his fingers completely for the first time, he nearly gives in to temptation at the sight of Cloud gaping open at him, tremors rattling through the sphincter as it processes the newly emptied canal.
But this is what he'd intendended from the start, and it'd be a waste not to follow through.
Ordering Cloud onto his stomach on the table, supported only on his knees, he presses a hand down the curve of Cloud's spine, forcing his chest to the table, raising his open hole like a tunnel into the void. He doesn't stop to consider his actions, having researched this afternoon, as he lifts the vanilla bottle off the table and cracks the cap off with his teeth, the other hand still occupied with holding Cloud down. Should he out up a y true resistance, Sephiroth would halt immediately and see to his needs, but there is no hesitation in Clouds fumbling hands searching for his erection. There is barely any room between the angle of his chest and thighs to accomplish anything, so Sephiroth disregards the action as he upends the entire bottle into Clouds awaiting hole and pushing the neck of it in, anticipating the startled jerk as the cool fluid flows freely inside.
"I took the livery of checking for allergies in your file, if this is any cause for alarm. I do extensive research before indulging these whims, it does me no good to injure my partner," he speaks up, letting go of the bottle to palm his erection as it stands supported by Cloud's muscular rear.
" Real vanilla extract, you might find this interesting, is a minimum of 35% alcohol. It is also however, a most common ingredients for vanilla flavoured cake," he unbuckles himself from the confines of his pants, so hard it's stinging from touch.
"You absorb it incredibly faster this way than orally, though you might experience some agitation later on-" Cloud lets out an extended sob at this, one hand coming up from his desperate attempt at masturbate to stuff a fist into his mouth in an attempt to silence it, "-so we'll continue without delay," he ignores it and reaches to twist the vanilla bottle out, replacing it once more with his fingers.
"In baking most things, you mix the dry and wet ingredients separately, before combining them, so we'll continue with the wet ingredients now that we've started," Sephiroth continues, pinching Clouds rim between thumb on the outside and fingers on the inside, sliding his hand around to pinch along the puffed tissues.
With the other, he reaches for the egg carton.
"Surprisingly enough, egg yolks have been used to treat and heal small anal fissures for centuries," he lifts the carton lid, eyeing the selection as his other hand continues to massage Cloud's entrance, less open now, but still fully relaxed and pliable.
"Not much to be said about egg whites, but as these are pasteurised eggs there is minimal risk of salmonella poisoning if one were to-" crack "Use them," he hovers the cracked egg over the dinners inside Cloud, twisting them suddenly apart just in time for the first string if egg to make it's way between them, using his enhanced eyesight to ensure not a single flake if shell enters the delicate orifice.
"How many eggs do you think, Cloud , for this sweet cake of ours, hmm? How many would Zackary guess we used?" A low blow, but the reaction thrills him nonetheless as Cloud's second hand abandons the attempt at jerking himself to another completion, sobs echoing from drooling libs as it reaches further behind to pull one of his cheeks away, baring himself further.
"Please! PLEASE, SEPHIROTH PLEASE-"
"Please what, my little Prize?" He asks patiently, curious to see what Cloud's mind was coming up with during his first sexual encounter. His first time.
"More! P-put moAHH-" Cloud cuts off as he sets the shell aside, the fingers inside twisting to find the prostate yet again, and Cloud moans, exquisitely, flushed hot, blush long since spread through his skin, heating his neck.
"How many , Little Prize?" he asks again, and hisses as he presses himself against the table, leaning intensely towards this small, substantially weaker individual willing to give him this. Do this with him. Cloud, at the peak of vulnerability, begging for more, begging Sephiroth. Pleading to be filled with whatever gets Sephiroth hot and bothered.
"One more, for now then, since we must leave room for the other ingredients. At the very least, eggs have analgesic and antiinflammatory properties. Whether or not it will ease any of your discomfort I couldn't say," he cracks another egg.
"If this is what I want Cloud, if this is your first time," the egg slowly drips, a strand of egg white connecting from the shell to the top of Cloud's ass, "what else is your body capable of handling I wonder?" his eyes lock onto the second yolk as it spills over the shell, landing with a spluttering plop overtop Clouds hole, sliding in whole with ease as the whites flow it, dragging behind.
"To be so relaxed, so pleading , begging me for anything , to put anything inside? Never in my wilde's fantasies would I expect this of a virgin," he has to grip the top of his shaft, where the head meets, and hold tightly to delay the incoming ejaculation, savouring in the tortured pleasure it causes. No, he wants to come inside when he finally does. And Cloud will let him. He's so close it burns.
When the fire fades back into the recesses of his veins, stalling until he can puncture the sanctity of Cloud's virgin rectum and his length can bruise the corner to the petit blond's colon, he ignores the second eggshell dropped on the floor in favour of reaching for the sugar.
"I had… had to search rather carefully on the- dry ingredients," he stumbled over his words as the delayed orgasm tortured him with waves of please, leaving his hand inside Cloud back up to four fingers to keep the ring of right muscles relaxed with a constant pushing and pulling motion.
"Flour… doesn't sound pleasant from either perslective," he pants, "but.. sugar," he lifts the bag and tears it open with his teeth, "sugar is used to treat many things," Sephiroth stifles a groan, legs tempted to buckle under the onslaught of everything occurring.
Tipping the bag over, Cloud holds his breath as a veritable shower of sugar cascades over his back, Sephiroth yanking on his sphincter to open the gaping space wider, letting as much as possible flow inside of him.
Most, Sephiroth is certain, spills over his acquired Prize and off the table, onto the floor, but he is beyond caring, as he releases Cloud's entrance, tossing the emptied sugar bag to the side, frantically lowering his own pants and reaching for the butter.
Never had he played quite so in depth with kitchen ingredients, not with an inexperienced partner, but he loses any control over himself the moment Cloud gathers the strength to push up onto his elbow and look over a shoulder at him as he slicks his cock with butter, forcing the rest of the softened fats roughly into Cloud with his fingers and snatching his hip in one hand, the other holding himself steady. "I'll spare you the details Cloud, I'll deposit the salt personally!" he wrenches him closer to plunge into the hot, wet void. Fine sugar crystals grate against sensitive skin, turned into a liquid scrub as the surplus of butter is melted by Cloud's internal heat to squelch in and out with his thrusts, no order or rythum to be found, only animalistic need to fuck, to piston inside, hitching Clouds hips higher, bending him over like a good like fuck toy. Cloud is shouting loudly now, with each tug, each snap, each jerk of his hips bringing them together, to reunion as if the distance when he pulls back us unbearable because Cloud is his to claim, to mark, to fuck, to own- and if the foreign instincts flooding his brain alarm him he disregards it because Cloud belongs to him now, will never look at another man with any interest after Sephiroth's phallus has stroked, pushed, beaten, abused his prostate into white hot gratification and pleasure as they come, one after the other, overstimulated, never stopping until long after the last drop of come has left the head of his dick, and his little Prize is all but unconscious, speared on his softened member.
Left panting, exhausted, he barely has the energy to lift Cloud, keeping his dick tucked firmly inside the still heated cavern of the blond's ass, as he makes towards the larger master bathroom through the doors from his own bedroom, knowing they'll need the space to clean everything he'd just put inside of Cloud out.
It isn't until he lays Cloud gently on the shower floor, before he's withdrawn his dick, that it hits him, what he's just done. What he's said, even worse what he's thought .
He wants to keep Cloud like this.
Cloud, on his knees, chest pressed into the floor. Fucked so hard he's near unconscious, mumbling and moaning, barely able to move. His stomach is distended so far it nearly presses against the floor, as if the pressure inside would burst him at any moment, and Sephiroth loves it.
Cloud, drooling rapidly in dazed out, glassy eyes overstimulated pleasure, muscles twitching around Sephiroth's cock, still embedded inside of him. Minutes pass and sti Cloud barely moves, but Sephiroth takes liberties.
He's hard again.
And he takes one look at the sweat soaking the hair on Cloud's neck, pushed onward by his want to violate and defile this creature, this beautiful, powerless being beneath him, licks the name of Cloud's neck, and justifies himself with the thought that it needs more salt.
It's a pure extortion of pleasure on his own behalf that has him propelling himself inside, caging the weak figure in, pressuring, binding him with his own limbs because of an impulsive need, because of the thought that he's instilling the imperative that Cloud will be full of him at all times to the point of bursting, to the point other men will look at Cloud and congratulate Sephiroth on impregnating a man. Because he isn't sure he's capable of letting this much untapped sexual potential fall into any other hands than his.
When he finishes, again, he knows Cloud hasn't come since after their first penetrative ejaculation. He feels filthy for thinking the way he does. He feels filthy with the amount of dried egg, and spunk, and greasy butter coating his body and more so Cloud's.
Until Cloud manages to roll onto his side, to open his eyes, and shows no regret. No remorse. No rejection.
Even when he says, shakily, now they've been sitting on the floor of his shower long enough, "I think this cake needs to come out of the oven. Before it explodes."
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"Milk?" Cloud asks dubiously, staring at the bag in his hand.
"Milk," Sephiroth nods. Sensing his little Prize's hesitation he adds "I assure you, it's perfectly safe. Milk and molasses are quite effective in softening-"
"STOP. Right there. I don't want to hear anything about what's about to come out my ass right now."
Sephiroth smirks, "We forgot the milk for our cake. And molasses can be the flavour. It will be very soft cake. Easy to digest."
Cloud stares blankly, and Sephiroth blinks. Sighing, his little Prize gives in, rolling over to bare his backside and relaxing so Sephiroth can insert the enema nozzle. If Cloud notices how he obsesses when the enema expands Cloud's distended stomach even more, he says nothing, even as a hand gently jiggles his usually flat stomach, even as Sephiroth squeezes the distention incredibly uncomfortably.
It's only after the enema is finished draining into him from the bag Sephiroth holds above him that he says "I think we need more salt in this cake. Just a little more."
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"Happy birthday Zack-"
"Congratulations Zackary," Sephiroth cuts him off, looking all too pleased with himself.
"Seph don't you dare-"
"Woah Cloudy! I didn't know you know Sephiroth!"
"We baked you a cake together this morning-"
"STOP-"
"Oh my god, guys I love you, what flavour is-"
"NO-" Cloud tries unsuccessfully to get a hand over Sephiroth's mouth, his face already turning a faint pink in embarrassment.
"Molasses!" he continues on with enthusiasm. Cloud looks ready to beat him. He's not opposed, maybe with his hairbrush. Or a whip.
"SEPHIROTH."