A/N: This was meant to be a New Year's themed celebratory fic, even though I didn't actually start writing it until the 3rd. Then it kinda turned into drunk Sefikura sexings instead, with the New Year thing just being a convenient set up for that to happen, lol.
Consent-wise, they are kinda drunk - Cloud is drunk, Sephiroth's maybe just a bit tipsy - but everyone's really enthusiastically into it. Cloud's been crushing on Sephiroth for ages and Sephiroth likes Cloud too, and they're just having a lot of stupid fun together. There won't be any regrets come the following morning, except maybe 'why did we not do that sooner'. xD
Usual AU where Cloud eventually makes it into SOLDIER and none of the bad shit with degradation/Nibelheim goes down.
The door slammed closed behind Cloud with an echo of finality, leaving him standing face to face with a rather bemused looking Sephiroth. The silence lasted for a long moment, and Cloud twitched.
"I… Sorry about this," Cloud finally sighed. He had half a mind to yank the door open again and go after Zack. He had a few choice words to say to the SOLDIER.
"It is no trouble, Cloud," Sephiroth said. He didn't seem overly put out, at least, if perhaps a little surprised by Cloud's very abrupt arrival and Zack's equally abrupt departure. "Zack informed me you would be coming."
"Oh, did he? He didn't tell me."
Sephiroth laughed softly, apparently finding Cloud's grouchiness endearing. He held up his PHS; on the screen was a message from Zack, hurriedly typed and full of misspellings, saying he was bringing Cloud up to Sephiroth's apartment. It was from approximately three minutes before Cloud had been unceremoniously shoved through the door.
Cloud grumbled under his breath. "I told him I didn't want to do anything for New Year's Eve…"
"But he insisted you should not spend the night alone, is that correct?"
"…Yeah."
Sephiroth shot Cloud a wry smile. "I have likewise been hounded by Zack for a similar social infringement."
"At least he didn't try to drag me to a party, I guess."
That smile suddenly showed a lot more teeth. "He knows better than that now," Sephiroth said. There was something slightly dangerous about his tone – Cloud got the distinct feeling Zack had tried to take Sephiroth to a party against his will previously, and it likely had not gone well at all. He decided he didn't want to know.
"Apparently he just dragged me up here to pester you instead," Cloud finished. "Sorry."
"As I say, it is no trouble. It seems Zack has finally found a suitable compromise. Neither of us enjoy being around large groups of people, especially in a 'party' situation, but perhaps he is correct in that it is a little lonely to be in solitude on the night of a celebration. I am happy to accept the company of a friend for a quiet evening in – unless you would be more comfortable elsewhere."
"Oh." Cloud blinked a few times. "That… makes a lot of sense, actually. I just told Zack I wasn't doing anything for New Year's Eve, and he got that calculating look—"
"I am far too familiar with it, unfortunately," Sephiroth said.
"—and then dragged me up here. And shoved these in my hands." Cloud offered up the two nondescript brown bags in question; he didn't even know that was in them.
Sephiroth took one and peered in. "How thoughtful," he said dryly. "Zack has provided us with alcohol for a midnight toast."
Further inspection revealed it was actually an assortment of several different alcohols, none being the usual champagne one would expect for such a toast. They were also all opened, and in various degrees of fullness.
Cloud hid a laugh behind his hand. "He was actually meant to be taking those to whatever party he rushed off to, wasn't he?"
"I imagine so."
"Honestly. If he'd just explained what he was doing…" Cloud shook his head.
"I think he enjoys keeping us on our toes."
Feeling far more at ease now, Cloud followed Sephiroth into the kitchen. Sephiroth set out the four miscellaneous bottles on the counter and fetched a pair of glasses.
"Would you like a drink, since Zack has so generously provided?"
Cloud shrugged. He generally wasn't a big drinker – not because he disliked it, but because it wasn't worth the risk of letting his judgement and control slip. He envied those who could get drunk and have a good time, but he couldn't let go that way without trusting those around him to have his back and not take advantage. It wasn't so bad now – the other Third Classes were a nicer bunch than his old unit in the infantry had been – but he still couldn't bring himself to have more than one alcoholic drink whenever they went out.
But this was Sephiroth. It was just the two of them, in Sephiroth's apartment, and Sephiroth was one of the very few people Cloud would trust in that regard.
(Even Zack he had his doubts about – it wasn't that he didn't trust his friend, but he didn't want to end up getting a drunk tattoo, or destroying company equipment, or being in a stupid-ass video that went viral, or otherwise ending up in the middle of whatever havoc being drunk alongside Zack could result in.)
However, there was also the other tiny problem with having Sephiroth around; Cloud didn't trust himself. He was… maybe not quite as over his old crush as he insisted to Zack. It wasn't the same anymore; he didn't blush and stutter around Sephiroth, his heart pounding and butterflies swimming in his stomach. It had settled into a gentle swell, his heart and a smile rising when he saw Sephiroth. There was a comfortable warmth that came from being around the man.
Cloud liked being Sephiroth's friend. He didn't want to ruin that with some stupid drunk confession.
One of the glasses was pressed into Cloud's hand, and Cloud started.
"Here," Sephiroth said lightly. "If you require that much thought for a simple question, perhaps you need this. I understand it is supposed to be relaxing and to help you 'loosen up'?"
"You say that like it's a question."
"Alcohol is not very effective on me. I am surmising from the information Zack has provided in the past."
Cloud laughed. "Well, maybe he has a point." He was definitely overthinking this, and just one drink wouldn't hurt. "Thanks."
Sephiroth nodded as Cloud took the glass. "I am afraid I do not know what is generally expected for one to do on New Year's Eve. Apart from… ah, what was it that Zack suggested? 'Get wasted and get fucked'?"
Cloud had, unfortunately, just taken a sip of his drink, and nearly snorted it out of his nose. "G-goddamnit, Zack!" he spluttered. "Even when he's not here he's causing me hassle."
"I think a movie might be preferable," Sephiroth suggested mildly.
Although, come to think of it, Cloud really wouldn't mind getting wasted and getting fucked if it were Sephiroth involved. He immediately shoved the thought away. "Yeah, a movie sounds good," he said.
Sephiroth had said that alcohol didn't affect him very much, but Cloud was starting to have his doubts. He couldn't think of any other reason to explain how they had ended up essentially snuggled together on the couch.
Well, he knew that he was probably drunk. Tipsy at the very least. Cloud really had wanted to see what it felt like, to have a few drinks and just let go of his cares for a while. And he left safe and comfortable enough sitting in Sephiroth's living room that he himself had been the one to suggest another round.
After that, they'd just… kept going. At least until Sephiroth ran out of whatever mixer he'd been using. They'd tried taking a shot of the whiskey straight instead, and Cloud regretted it immediately. It had been worth it to see Sephiroth laugh at the expression Cloud had made, though.
At some point, Cloud had lost his balance while leaning over to put his glass back down on the coffee table and ended up toppling into Sephiroth. Sephiroth didn't seem to mind. He just wrapped his arm around Cloud, shifting them into a more comfortable position, and then stayed like that with Cloud leaning against him and his arm draped over Cloud's shoulders.
Cloud's face felt distinctly warm. It was certainly partially the alcohol – he'd been feeling warm and buzzy for quite a while. But it was also the fact he was so damn close to Sephiroth, practically being held by the man. He liked that.
It was a curious sensation. In Cloud's head, his thoughts still seemed entirely focused and rational. He knew how to direct his movements, it was just that his body didn't quite respond the correct way – like one of those terrible bootleg video games Zack had made him play, where the controls hadn't quite matched up to the character and everything lagged all the time. And Cloud knew he was acting in an extremely embarrassing manner, and that it was a terrible idea to take advantage of their current position to nuzzle against Sephiroth's chest. It was just that… he didn't really care.
Sephiroth only shifted with Cloud, his hand absently making its way to bury in Cloud's hair. "This seems unfeasible," he murmured. "In previous scenes we were shown this location having a high grade of security. At the very least, the cameras should have alerted someone to the presence of the main character."
Cloud blinked. Oh, the movie. He hadn't been paying attention to it for quite a while.
"Mmhm," Cloud hummed, vaguely agreeing. There was a section of Sephiroth's hair that fell forward over the man's shoulder; Cloud took a strand and curled it around his fingers. Gods, Sephiroth's hair was so fucking smooth and pretty. It made Cloud wanna play with it. Braid it, maybe. Tug on it while Sephiroth pounded into him and—okay, nope, that was not a good thought to be having.
Cloud shifted against Sephiroth, letting the piece of hair fall away. This really… really wasn't the best situation for him right now. Zack always talked about people being certain kinds of drunks; happy drunks, touchy-feely drunks, sentimental drunks, whatever. Cloud was starting to suspect what effect the alcohol had on him. Maybe it was the alcohol, anyway. It might just have been Sephiroth. But there was a very specific type of warmth that Cloud felt and… fuck it. There was no point trying to say it nicely; being drunk apparently made him horny.
He thought he'd been doing pretty well. Although he was pressed against Sephiroth, he hadn't done anything overtly inappropriate. He'd shoved his less pure thoughts away when they came up. It was just that they kept coming back, and it was making the whole situation that much worse.
He was really starting to fancy that idea of Zack's. Get wasted and get fucked. He'd got the first part down, at least.
Sephiroth's hand slid down to rest on the back of Cloud's neck, thumb caressing over the skin. Cloud sighed happily. Gods, he just wanted to crawl into that man's lap and kiss him.
He—oh, fantastic. Apparently Cloud's body responded slowly and with a lack of coordination when he wanted to do sensible things like put a glass down, but was much quicker to jump the gun and clamber on top of Sephiroth without permission.
That said, it still wasn't very coordinated. Cloud had some difficulty getting on top of Sephiroth, resulting in awkwardly kneeing Sephiroth's thigh on the first attempt. But eventually he managed to get his legs on either side of Sephiroth's, sitting facing him in his lap. Cloud looped his arms loosely around Sephiroth's neck. Their foreheads knocked lightly together, and Cloud giggled.
Oh, Gaia, really? He made that sound?
Sephiroth only smiled indulgently though, letting his hands settle naturally on Cloud's waist. "The movie isn't finished," he said.
"I really don't give a shit about the movie," Cloud responded. "You're much nicer to look at."
Sephiroth chuckled. "You're cute. You're also drunk."
"I know," Cloud grouched. "And apparently being drunk makes me horny as fuck."
Sephiroth's eyes widened in surprise at that abrupt announcement. Then he turned away and started laughing, his whole body shaking.
Personally, Cloud thought Sephiroth must have been at least a little bit drunk too. He normally never laughed so freely or so easily.
With a lopsided smile, Cloud leaned in. Even if he was embarrassing himself, it was so good to see Sephiroth happy. He'd embarrass himself as much as Sephiroth needed. "Wanna get wasted and get fucked?" Cloud suggested.
This did not get more laughter, as Cloud had anticipated. Instead, Sephiroth's grip on his hips tightened. Sephiroth shook off the last of his mirth, and when his gaze returned to meet Cloud's, his eyes seemed darker than usual.
"You shouldn't say things like that unless you are willing to handle the consequences."
The tone of his voice seemed darker as well; it sent a spike of arousal through Cloud to hear Sephiroth speak like that.
"Consequences?" Cloud breathed. His face felt like it was flushing even more than before, and the way Sephiroth stared at him so intensely made his stomach flip.
Sephiroth leaned in, eyes locked with Cloud's, and Cloud's breath caught in his throat. He was so certain Sephiroth was going to kiss him, but Sephiroth turned away at the last moment. Instead, his mouth found Cloud's throat, tracing a hot, wet path of kisses up to just below Cloud's jaw. His teeth tugged at Cloud's earlobe, pulling at his earring before letting it snap back into place.
One of Sephiroth's hands caressed along Cloud's spine before sinking his fingers into Cloud's hair and—oh, shit. He made a fist, pulling Cloud's hair in a way sent shocks of pleasure straight to his cock. He kept nibbling on Cloud's earlobe and that sensitive spot behind his jaw until Cloud was panting.
Sephiroth finally pulled back, and Cloud moaned dazedly.
"I-I'm sorry, was that supposed to make me not want to get fucked?"
"You're drunk," was all Sephiroth said, carefully evaluating Cloud.
"And you're hot as hell. Gods, keep going."
"We shouldn't."
Sephiroth was probably right about Cloud being drunk, and now Cloud was too turned on to think straight as well. But he tried to steady himself for a moment. "Do you not want to?"
"You're drunk, Cloud. You'll regret this in the morning."
Cloud laughed. "Are you kidding?" He took Sephiroth's face in his hands, speaking more softly now. If a little bit slurred. "I've wanted you for so long. Do you even know… all the times I've seen you looking sad and just wished I could kiss you until you smile again? Or wanted to hold your hand just to let you know I was there for you?"
"You're drunk," Sephiroth repeated quietly.
"Still mean it."
Sephiroth was wearing one of those expressions again now; that sad, lonely half-smile, disbelieving. Cloud touched Sephiroth's lips with his fingertips.
"Can I kiss you?"
Sephiroth didn't reply. He took Cloud's hand in his own and lowered it. Cloud looked down as well, taking it as a rejection until Sephiroth's lips met his instead.
It was sweet at first, for a moment. But Cloud was drunk and turned on, and Sephiroth seemed to have come to a decision of his own. That decision was probably 'fuck it', if the sudden intensity he kissed Cloud with was anything to go by.
Cloud gave a small yelp as his world spun. His head didn't stop spinning until a long while after the physical movement ceased, and when Cloud finally managed to reorient himself, he found… oh. Oh. He was on his back on the sofa now, sprawled out with Sephiroth's weight bearing down on him. Not enough that he feared Sephiroth would crush him, but enough to give Cloud the sensation of being pinned down.
Cloud squirmed in delight; not that he had much range of movement while trapped beneath Sephiroth. He could still part his legs wider though, letting Sephiroth settle between them. He wrapped his arms around Sephiroth's shoulders, pulling him back down for another kiss.
The kiss was probably sloppy, given the amount of alcohol that had been consumed that evening, but to Cloud it felt like heaven on earth. He had Sephiroth's lips working against his and his tongue in Sephiroth's mouth. It had become hot and deep and needy so quickly, but it was exactly what Cloud wanted right then.
Cloud arched up, pressing himself against Sephiroth. Pressing their hips together and, oh, Sephiroth was hard as well. Cloud groaned, a shiver of lust running through him, and he felt an answering shiver in Sephiroth's body.
"Nn, please," Cloud gasped, in one of the few short chances when their lips finally parted.
"Please what?"
"More. Just… gods, I need this, need you, please. Feels so good, Seph."
Even just making out on the couch was leaving Cloud breathless and heady with pleasure. His brain was having a hard time keeping up, that odd lagging sensation permeating his movements again. Cloud didn't really mind. He was happy to let Sephiroth take control.
Although, it wasn't so much taking control as utterly overwhelming him. Sephiroth wasn't holding back at all now. His kisses were bruising, ravaging Cloud's mouth. His hands worked their way beneath Cloud's shirt, quickly tugging it up. Cloud's hands raised above his head to allow the shirt's removal, but even once it was tossed aside Sephiroth kept Cloud's wrists pinned there anyway.
Cloud could only moan under the onslaught. Consequences, Sephiroth had said. If this was a consequence, Cloud would gladly accept it. Even though he felt a little helpless, light-headed from the alcohol and entirely at Sephiroth's mercy, the thrill of it only turned him on more.
He rolled his hips up, grinding against Sephiroth. Fuck. Fuck, that felt so good.
"S-sephiroth," Cloud whimpered. He repeated the action, needing more of that delicious friction, and this time Sephiroth made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a growl.
"Cloud," Sephiroth warned, his voice low and rough. Gods, the look in his eyes was hot, though. That mako green seemed glazed over with want, with need, like Sephiroth was every bit as desperate for this as Cloud was. He'd just been hiding it better up until now.
Cloud's cock was aching, and he couldn't stand it anymore. "Pants off."
Sephiroth chuckled under his breath, but he didn't hesitate at all. He lifted his weight off Cloud to give them a little more room to manoeuvre, drawing down the zipper of Cloud's trousers. Sephiroth pulled down Cloud's trousers and underwear in one move, and Cloud lifted his hips and wriggled the horribly constrictive material the rest of the way off.
A rush of heat flooded through him as Sephiroth took Cloud's cock in his hand. "Nn!" Cloud moaned. Naked. He was naked, sprawled beneath Sephiroth, and Sephiroth was touching his dick. He bucked his hips up helplessly, begging for Sephiroth to stroke him, but Sephiroth didn't take the hint.
"We should move to the bedroom," he said instead. Cloud whined, not feeling up to moving anywhere and perfectly happy to keep going right there, until Sephiroth added, "there's lube there."
Oh. Right. "M'kay," Cloud agreed.
Sephiroth stood first, helping Cloud to his feet. Cloud clung to Sephiroth's hand as his head spun again from jumping up far too eagerly. He swayed for a moment before letting himself fall against Sephiroth. Even Cloud himself wouldn't have been able to say if it was on purpose or not, but gods, he just wanted to be as close to that man as physically possible.
Cloud clung to Sephiroth as he was half-guided, half-carried to Sephiroth's bed. He was far more interested in kissing Sephiroth than walking anyway.
He fumbled with the buttons on Sephiroth's shirt, wanting to see Sephiroth naked too. "Take it off," Cloud murmured, pulling at the irritatingly fiddly article of clothing.
Sephiroth didn't even bother with the buttons. Cloud had undone enough of the top few to leave room for Sephiroth to just pull the shirt over his head.
"Ohh," Cloud said. He reached out and placed a hand on Sephiroth's abs. He knew he was staring – blatantly so – but he couldn't help it. Sephiroth was gorgeous. Ripped. Sexy as hell.
Cloud's hand slid down without much subtlety, immediately going for the fly of Sephiroth's pants. He needed to see all of him.
His coordination still wasn't great, but Sephiroth helped out with the removal of the last of their clothing. Possibly with more groping of Cloud than was necessary – Cloud wasn't even the one wearing clothes – but it wasn't as if he was going to complain about that. Sephiroth captured Cloud's lips in another messy, heated kiss, and Cloud moaned into his mouth as Sephiroth's hands kneaded Cloud's ass.
Gaia, he loved kissing Sephiroth so much. But he wanted to see, too. He could feel Sephiroth's erection pressing against his stomach, and he had to look…
Cloud drew back, biting his lip as he glanced down. Fuck.
"I need that thing in my mouth. Now," was Cloud's first thought. He hadn't even realised he'd said it aloud until he heard Sephiroth's hitching breath.
Sephiroth shot him a heated smile. "Is that so?"
Cloud was too caught up in a moment to be embarrassed by what he was saying. Or maybe it was the alcohol again. He didn't really care either way.
"Yes. Please, Seph… wanna suck your cock, it looks so big and hot and I need it."
Sephiroth made that noise again, like a low moan. His eyes blazed. "You're cute when you talk like that," he said. Though the intensity of his voice said Cloud was less 'cute' and more begging to get fucked, hard, if he kept turning Sephiroth on saying those things. "Get on the bed."
Cloud scrambled to obey. He crawled onto the end of the bed, while Sephiroth went around the side. He grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside drawers before joining Cloud.
On his hands and knees, Cloud leaned up to kiss Sephiroth again. He missed slightly and got the corner of Sephiroth's mouth instead, but Sephiroth drew him in to where he had wanted to be. This kiss was only brief, though no less passionate. Cloud sunk lower, kissing down Sephiroth's chest and stomach until he was between the man's legs, drooling with anticipation.
Sephiroth stopped him before he reached his prize, though only for a moment. He bodily picked Cloud up – Cloud's cock twitched at that; he loved being manhandled, and Sephiroth's strength was unreal. Shit, that was hot – and switched their positions.
Cloud was still on his hands and knees above Sephiroth, but rather than being face to face, Sephiroth had Cloud's ass in his face now. And for a reason, Cloud realised. He heard the click of the lube being opened and shivered in anticipation.
But he wasn't going to be distracted so easily. Sephiroth's cock was bobbing tantalising close to Cloud's mouth; so easy to lean in and press a wet, sloppy kiss to the flushed head. So worth it for the sound Sephiroth made.
Sephiroth squeezed Cloud's hip in encouragement as Cloud took Sephiroth's cock into his mouth fully. Gods, fuck, he loved this. He took just the tip in first, a generous mouthful but not so much that he couldn't curl his tongue around that thick, hard length, exploring it, finding the most sensitive spots. The tip of his tongue teased the head, and Sephiroth bucked beneath him. He could taste thick, salty precum, smell Sephiroth's arousal, and yes.
One of Sephiroth's hands spread Cloud's ass open, thumb rubbing over the tender flesh. Slicked fingers teased at the younger man's hole, and Cloud sighed emphatically as the first of them slid inside. There was barely any resistance at all like this; Cloud was so willing, and even more relaxed from the alcohol, and he took the intrusion easily.
Cloud moaned. He could take more, Sephiroth didn't need to be slow or careful, but Cloud didn't want to take Sephiroth's cock out of his mouth to explain the sentiment. "Mmmn," he hummed pleadingly, knowing Sephiroth would feel it.
Even as far as blowjobs went, it was messy. Cloud was drooling saliva all down his chin and down Sephiroth's cock, but he didn't care. He took as much of Sephiroth's length as he could, not quite able to deepthroat him fully – Cloud was relaxed and desperate to make Sephiroth feel good, but Sephiroth was still fucking big. Even if he couldn't quite make it all the way to the base, it still felt absolutely filthy having that hot, thick length filling his mouth and throat, slick, kiss-swollen lips stretched wide around it.
Cloud had a dick in his mouth and three of Sephiroth's fingers in his ass now, stretching him open and stroking him inside in the most incredibly delicious way. He couldn't think anymore, his mind a senseless litany of yes yes gods please more.
When Sephiroth withdrew, Cloud whined in disappointment.
"Come here," Sephiroth ordered. His voice was rough, but there was definitely a spark of fondness and pleasure in his eyes alongside the lust and need.
Cloud gave one last kiss to Sephiroth's cock as he let it slide from his mouth, before turning around and climbing his way back up Sephiroth's body. Sephiroth settled himself, reclined against the headboard and pillows, and Cloud straddled his lap just as they had done on the sofa before. Only this time, Cloud could feel Sephiroth's erection grinding against his ass, skin on flushed, sweat-slick skin.
"I believe you wanted to 'get fucked'?" Sephiroth purred.
There weren't any words in existence to express the amount of 'yes' Cloud felt. Instead, he raised himself on his knees. One arm wrapped around Sephiroth's neck, Cloud's hand burying into that ridiculous silver hair and pulling Sephiroth against him. The other hand found Sephiroth's cock, slick with Cloud's own saliva.
He didn't hesitate at all, shooting Sephiroth a wicked, if slightly dazed, smile as he sank down onto his cock.
They both groaned. Cloud didn't stop, taking all of Sephiroth's cock in one go. His hips rolled in small, jerky movements, like he was trying to feel every kind of pleasure at once.
"F-fuck," Cloud gasped, breath catching on what was almost a sob. He'd needed it so, so badly, and finally having that hard length buried inside him, being completely filled with it, was the most euphoric experience in the world. "Sephiroth, nn… gods, your cock feels so good…"
Sephiroth's breath hissed out between his teeth. "Ride me."
As if Cloud even needed to be told.
Cloud clung onto Sephiroth as they moved together, fingernails clawing at Sephiroth's back. It was clumsier like this, hard to find a rhythm that matched when Cloud's mind was utterly blanked out with pleasure. But that just made the moments when they did move in sync all the better, when Sephiroth thrust up into Cloud as Cloud sank his weight down onto Sephiroth's cock, penetrating as deep as he possibly could. A couple of times Cloud slipped off Sephiroth cock altogether, but he just laughed and messily kissed the annoyed look from Sephiroth's lips as they joined again.
He didn't mean to tug on Sephiroth's hair – the first time, at least. But the noise of pure pleasure that Sephiroth made when Cloud's fingers had got caught… it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard. And he could feel the way Sephiroth's cock had bucked inside him. So Cloud tugged again.
Sephiroth growled, pounding up harder into Cloud, and Cloud completely forgot what he'd been doing.
"A-aah! Nng, Seph… ohh, fuck, fuck," Cloud whimpered. It was so good. He was close already, and Sephiroth… Gaia, Sephiroth looked so fucking hot. Cloud had never seen him like this before; face flushed, eyes narrowed and glazed with pleasure, lips parted as Sephiroth panted and groaned. Strands of his hair clung to his damp skin, and the fingers digging into Cloud's hips were clinging to him with the same desperate want that Cloud clung to Sephiroth with.
"T-take me—" Cloud attempted to say, losing the words under a shuddering moan as Sephiroth's cock rammed against his prostate. "Mmn! On my hands and knees… t-turn me over and take me from behind, Seph, please, fuck, I'm not gonna last like this. I need…"
He needed not to look at Sephiroth, because watching the man come undone was driving him crazy.
Sephiroth's hands only really needed to guide Cloud as he let Sephiroth's cock slide out of him and got into the new position himself, but their rough touch was appreciated regardless. On his hands and knees, ass in the air, and Cloud moaned lowly again as Sephiroth penetrated him from behind.
His hands formed fists, scrunching the covers as Sephiroth moved and Cloud cried out. Right there, fuck.
On second thoughts (not that Cloud had room for any thoughts at all in his brain right then), maybe this wasn't the best position after all. Cloud had suggested it in an effort to make himself last longer, but gods, Sephiroth had the angle just right like this. Every thrust, every brush of that thick, hot length over all the sensitive spots inside him sent jolts of heat straight to Cloud's cock. His face and chest ended up shoved down into the bed, and then Sephiroth pinned Cloud's wrists down on either side of his head as if he knew how fucking turned on Cloud got from being held down like that. Pinned down and pounded into the mattress, with Sephiroth's cock stretching and filling his ass and—
Yeah, Cloud wasn't going to last at all.
"Sephiroth!" Cloud gasped brokenly. He was so fucking hard – he'd been trying to hold out, to not touch himself, until he ached so much that he couldn't stand it. But now Sephiroth had his wrists pinned down. "I-I'm so close…"
"Me too," Sephiroth said lowly, groaning as Cloud clenched down around him.
Cloud squirmed, pushing his hips back, begging for it. "Come inside me, do it, Seph, please."
Sephiroth stilled abruptly; Cloud could feel him trembling above him, and that moan… "I really will come if you say shit like that," Sephiroth growled.
Cloud's cock twitched. Good, he thought, though he didn't have the breath left to say it.
Even when Sephiroth started to move again, the rhythm was erratic, desperate. Cloud clenched around him every time Sephiroth's cock rammed in, spurring him on. It didn't take long at all.
Sephiroth came with a low, guttural groan, buried balls-deep in Cloud's ass. Cloud could feel the way Sephiroth's cock twitched inside him, the way Sephiroth's whole body tensed around him with the force of his orgasm.
Cloud's face flushed an even brighter red than it already was, and he moaned in response. Sephiroth released Cloud's wrist, instead taking Cloud's cock in his hand and stroking him.
Cloud arched beneath Sephiroth, his cock bucking in Sephiroth's hand. "Nng!"
He didn't need any more encouragement than that, already so on the edge. Sephiroth kept jerking him off, even as Cloud's cock bucked in his hand, shooting out over Sephiroth's fist and the bedcovers beneath them.
Cloud gasped Sephiroth's name over and over. Even once it was over, Sephiroth wrapped his arm around Cloud's waist and held him until his trembling faded.
They flopped to the side like that, spooned together – Cloud had never imagined Sephiroth to do anything that could be described as a flop, but that was definitely what it was. Cloud laughed breathlessly in Sephiroth's arms.
Sephiroth slid his softened cock out of Cloud, nuzzling at the back of Cloud's neck. "How do you feel?"
"Mm. Good," Cloud said. He didn't think he'd ever felt so good in his life. His entire body felt like it was warm and buzzing, satisfied to the core. "So good. Tha' was fun."
"It was."
They lay like that for several minutes longer, letting their breathing and heartrates even out. Cloud covered Sephiroth's hand with his own, idly twining their fingers together.
Eventually, reluctantly, Sephiroth moved. But only far enough that he could take some tissues from the bedside table and make some small, half-hearted attempt at cleaning up. He lifted the covers, inviting Cloud to join him.
Cloud bit his lip to hide a smile and eagerly crawled in to lay beside Sephiroth. He crossed his arms over Sephiroth's chest, resting his head there. He wanted to look at Sephiroth more. The curve of his lips, that satisfied glow in his eyes… the way his cheeks still had a touch of pink in them, the sex-mussed tangle of his hair.
"Fuck, you're hot," Cloud murmured.
Sephiroth smiled. "You're still drunk, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little. You're hot either way, though."
Sephiroth only pulled Cloud a little closer, resting his hand on the small of Cloud's back. Cloud sighed happily.
It was so nice, lying together with Sephiroth like this. Cloud liked Sephiroth's chest, too, he noticed absently, tracing his fingers down Sephiroth's sternum. It was so deliciously muscled, but still soft enough to make a nice pillow. And his pecs were kind of gorgeous, Cloud had thought so for years. (Well, if Sephiroth would wear no shirt and an open coat…)
That was the sentiment Cloud had meant to express, at least. But when he tried to speak, what actually came out was, "I love your boobs."
Sephiroth did an admirable job of containing his laughter, though Cloud could feel him shaking beneath him with supressed mirth. "Go to sleep, Cloud," Sephiroth said, his voice low and oddly warm despite the order.
"Yessir," Cloud mumbled. He absently wondered if they should stay up to see in the New Year, but sleep sounded good too. Sleep sounded very good.
He was going to have such a hangover in the morning.