Promotion
Muzai
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Raw fingers dug into unyielding leather of the jacket Sephiroth wore. His long curtain of silver hair draped over his current victim. One of the incoming cadets, he was young vulnerable and completely virginal, easy prey. The mako tinted eyes glinted dangerously. Reaching down he cupped the boy's chin and proceeded to leave a long red trail from his collar to his belly button. The cadet, whose given name Cloud and unfortunate nickname chocobo head, due to the untamable mane the boy sported, arched under Sephiroth's touch. Gracing him with another fierce kiss, Seph's fingers moved to Cloud's waistband. The boy stopped him before he began his assault. Clear blue eyes gazed at him.
"Seph?" the boy blinked sheepishly before continuing his question "Can I be on top?"