Their lips came crashing against each other with a bruising passion, tongues battling for dominance for far longer than they could comfortably stay in that position without breaking apart for breath.
"Maybe we should take this to my room." Cloud finally gasped, breaking the kiss to regain some much-needed breath. The upstairs hall of the 7th Heaven really wasn't the best and most private place for what they were doing, especially with Marlene and Denzel around the house.
Vincent nodded in breathless agreement and followed as Cloud grabbed his hand and pulled him to a small room with a comfortable looking bed. There was of course more to the room, but for the two men the bed was the most important item at that moment and the moment they had entered the room Vincent had Cloud pinned to the closed door in another breath-taking kiss, grinding their bodies and growing erections together.
Whilst Vincent allowed only a small grunt to escape him, although his tight leather trousers were beginning to feel uncomfortably confining, Cloud moaned openly, giving Vincent the opportunity to slide his tongue even further down the blond man's throat.
Cloud couldn't have been more aroused. He wanted Vincent and he wanted him right now on the bed, writhing and in ecstasy. It was with satisfaction Cloud noted that Vincent was already lacking his cloak. The blond ex-SOLDIER's hands were about to make fast work of the buttons on Vincent's soft black shirt when the gunman stopped his lover, taking an near imperceptible step back and looking embarrassed.
Vincent never actually blushed or looked genuinely uncomfortable, but Cloud had learned to read those beautiful crimson eyes like a book of secrets. Cloud sighed silently, but smiled.
"It's ok." He said lowly, his voice smooth and soothing. "We don't have to do it just yet."
Vincent instantly looked guilty and shook his head slightly. "No… I… want to do it." He tried to explain and it seemed as if suddenly all his usual confidence and bad-ass attitude were leaking away like water down a drain. Cloud pressed a soft encouraging kiss to Vincent's lips. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
The gunman looked away this time, because he knew Cloud could read him. "It's… my scars…" he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. Cloud frowned for a moment and then moved to Vincent to kiss the doubt away. "Vincent, do you trust me?" he mumbled against the gunman's lips.
"I trust you, Cloud." Vincent breathed and let their lips touch the slightest bit.
"Then trust me that I would never turn from you." Cloud reassured with confidence which he hoped would transfer to Vincent if only a little bit.
"Do you trust me?" Vincent asked uncertainly.
Cloud smiled fondly at his lover. "I trust you, Vincent. I'm yours, so take me."