Mornings.
Zacks favorite mornings are days when he doesn't have to get up right away. He can lie in the warm sunbeam he'd worked on coaxing into their room, because all of them love sunlight. He would swear to his dying day that Sephiroth was part cat with the way he would purr and stretch out beside them and go utterly limp. Cloud though, would murmur and nuzzle closer, seeking another kind of warmth. Mountain boy to the core, he was. And he would lie in the tangle of limbs, reveling in their serenity.
Sephiroths favorite mornings are the ones where he wakes up first. Because he can watch the long, lean form of Zack as he slept. His breathing would be a steady, sweet stream and he would burry his hands in soft hair, be it Sephiroths mane or Clouds feathery spikes. Cloud was just as beautiful, curled up, his back to Zack as he snuggled their pillow. It was a sign of incredible trust that either could sleep with him watching them, protecting them.
Clouds favorites, are without a doubt, the ones where he wakes up on Zacks chest, warm and gooey with love and sleep, and feeling the effects of the night before still inside him. He likes meeting Sephiroths eyes in the pale pre-dawn light and smiling, letting the man know that yes, he is loved. Then he would slip out of bed for half an hour, in the kitchen working silently. Zack would rouse with coffee, Sephiroth not leaving bed for anything short of chocolate chip waffles.
And all three of them agree that the Best mornings are the ones where they have nowhere to be until noon, if then, and can just enjoy one another. Cloud is unusually fascinated by Zacks dark body hair, and he makes it known. Sephiroth on the other hand is enamored with Zacks taste, and he takes every opportunity to hoard it for himself. And Zack, well, Zack just likes knowing he is the only one who these two will stay in bed for.