Fang drawled out a sultry moan, "Ohhh, Lightning. Oh yeah. Feels so good… OH GRAN PULSE!"
"Dear Etro. What's all that racket?" Hope questioned. He went over to the door Snow was pressed up against.
Sazh sighed in exasperation. "No, no. Hopey. Go in the otha room 'n play video games with Vanille." He redirected the curious teen.
Hope shrugged. "Okay. I'mma kick butt in that racing game!" He ran into the other room.
Fang's moaning steadily grew louder, "CLAIRE! OHH, CLAIRE MY QUEEN! YES, CLAIRE FU—"
Snow chuckled lowly, peeping on the girls' sexy times. "Oh, baby~ this is so much better than watching Cocoon porno with Serah." His aching hard-on began to show, and Sazh was having none of it.
The afrolicious male abruptly dropped his pistols. "What do you think you're doin'? Give people their privacy!" He reached up and grabbed the blonde haired hero by his shirt collar.