Why is Cloud in Sephiroth's wardrobe watching him jerk off? No one knows. It is a mystery of the universe.
I bet it has something to do with Zack.
I put the Sephiroth orgasm face image that was the start of all this silliness as the cover image for this story. Pls enjoy. And huge thanks to Lovelucemferre on Tumblr for posting the stills in the first place. We've all appreciated them. :3
Warnings: Masturbation.
Cloud's mouth was dry. His breathing sounded ragged and far too loud in his own ears, and that only made the clench of fear worse.
He couldn't be heard. He couldn't be found. If he was, he was dead.
Cloud was so, so dead.
The wardrobe door was open, just a crack, but Cloud didn't dare to close it properly. Any movement ran the risk of catching Sephiroth's attention - at least, that was the rational explanation. The other explanation was that shutting the door would rob Cloud of his view out into the room, and goddamn, he didn't think he could tear his eyes away if his life depended on it.
Sephiroth was naked. He lay across the bed; on anyone else it might have been a sprawl, but Sephiroth made the drape of his long limbs look casually elegant. The fingers of his left hand were curled around a flushed, impressive erection.
Cloud wanted to whimper, but he didn't dare make a sound.
There was the faintest hint of a pink flush on Sephiroth's flawless skin. Cloud didn't even know the man could blush at all. Green, slitted eyes were lowered, heavy-lidded. Gaia, and those eyelashes. Sephiroth could give a mascara model a run for their money any day. They brushed against his high cheekbones as Sephiroth's eyes closed, brows pulling together in graceful concentration.
His lips were parted. Sephiroth was almost silent, just the faintest catch in his breathing to indicate his pleasure. Cloud saw the hint of white teeth beneath. They grit together, holding back the low rumble deep in Sephiroth's throat.
The hand on Sephiroth's cock was moving faster now.
Sephiroth was so composed, so controlled, even doing this. That only made the little details all the more appealing. The rise and fall of his chest, just the slightest bit faster, more pronounced than usual. There were actually a few strands of that gorgeous, perfect silver hair out of place, the strands brushing across Sephiroth's jaw.
When Sephiroth came, he didn't make a sound. His eyebrows furrowed a little deeper, eyes slit open just a fraction and Cloud swore the mako gleam in them was a visible glow. The sigh of his exhale sounded like relief.
Cloud couldn't move. He didn't dare, but Gaia, he was so hard.
Those green, piercing, bedroom eyes slowly opened again. There was the slightest tilt to the corner of Sephiroth's mouth, the slightest curl of his lips, almost imperceptible. His head tilted...
...and Sephiroth stared right through the crack of the door. Right at Cloud.
He was so, so dead.
