FFVII Oneshot: Okay
Title: Okay
Fandom: FFVII
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 666
Pairing/Character: Zack/Cloud
Warnings: None. This is pretty fluffy, actually.
Summary: Cloud has no idea what he did to deserve Zack, but whatever it was, someone had obviously given him too great a reward.
Notes: Written partially because I recently wrote something in which Cloud's ability to consent was stomped upon and partially because I wanted some fluff. And who better to turn to than the two characters with the fluffiest hair in the entire series?
It’s three in the afternoon when Zack and Cloud tumble through Zack’s front door. Zack’s got his hands in Cloud’s hair and Cloud’s clinging to the front of his shirt and, really, it’s a wonder that they don’t trip before they can make it into the apartment. They’re still kissing, slowly but passionately, and they only stop occasionally to pant warm gusts of breath on each others’ faces as they make their way into Zack’s bedroom. Cloud’s back hits the bed gently, very gently, and Zack is warm as he presses down on him.
“Hey,” Zack says. His voice is even softer than usual. “You okay with this?”
Cloud knows what Zack’s asking and, really, he is. He’s never been good with words, so instead he reaches up and wraps his arms around Zack, feeling the warmth of his back through his shirt, and, really, that’s all the answer either of them really need. Zack takes off his own shirt, Cloud’s hands helping to work it over his head, and then slides his fingers beneath Cloud’s, running his hands over the pale skin of his chest, rubbing soothing circles and tapping his fingers playfully. He smooths Cloud’s shirt up slowly, inch by inch, and while Cloud really should feel colder when it’s all the way off, somehow the entire world burns hotter instead.
Zack begins kissing his way down Cloud’s belly, little, worshipful touches that border on chaste. He makes the occasional detour to brush his lips against the inside of Cloud’s elbow or the smooth skin of his wrist, but mostly it’s a straight downward glide. He ends up around Cloud’s belly button and nips around the rim of it, still teasing and unconcerned. Cloud’s thumbs work over the ridge of Zack’s spine, the strength of the muscles to either side, the softness of his skin everywhere. When Cloud’s fingers trail over his shoulderblades, Zack shakes his arms back and forth, making the bones dance beneath his skin. Cloud smiles and Zack’s fingers are there, tracing the shape of his lips.
Cloud nudges that hand playfully and it drops down to his shoulder, stroking comfortingly, and then Zack’s other hand starts rubbing at his skin, right before the hem of his pants. It tickles a little, but mostly it just feels good. Cloud returns the favor, running his hands down Zack’s back more firmly, stroking the entire length of it in strong sweeps. Zack hums happily at that, and the hand that was playing over Cloud’s stomach starts unbuttoning his pants instead and suddenly Cloud isn’t sure he wants this after all. He bites his lip to keep from saying anything, convinced that this will pass, and strokes Zack’s back again.
“You okay?” Zack asks again, removing his hand, and that’s when Cloud realizes that he’s tensed up. He blushes, embarrassed, and nods. Zack frowns, asks, “seriously, are you okay?” Cloud can’t quite look him in the eye, maybe because his own feel so wet, but he nods again, looking to the side.
Zack’s hand goes back to his pants, but all it does it button him up again. Cloud protests, quietly-almost half-heartedly-but Zack just sinks down on top of him until they’re pressed together, not even supporting himself any more, and rests his head on Cloud’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Cloud’s back. He makes another happy sound when Cloud’s hand starts petting his hair, his eyes fluttering shut.
Cloud can feel Zack all over, but he can especially feel the hardness still digging into his leg. He bites his lip, feeling guilty, and asks, “are-are you sure this is okay?”
Zack’s eyes half-open, lidded and content. His smile doesn’t move at all. “Okay?” He repeats, then stretches lazily, his legs tangling further with Cloud’s. “This is great.”
Cloud smiles back, Zack’s dark spikes tickling his chin, and puts a hand on the nape of his neck, wondering what on Gaia he had done to deserve someone as great as Zack.
Fandom: FFVII
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 666
Pairing/Character: Zack/Cloud
Warnings: None. This is pretty fluffy, actually.
Summary: Cloud has no idea what he did to deserve Zack, but whatever it was, someone had obviously given him too great a reward.
Notes: Written partially because I recently wrote something in which Cloud's ability to consent was stomped upon and partially because I wanted some fluff. And who better to turn to than the two characters with the fluffiest hair in the entire series?
It’s three in the afternoon when Zack and Cloud tumble through Zack’s front door. Zack’s got his hands in Cloud’s hair and Cloud’s clinging to the front of his shirt and, really, it’s a wonder that they don’t trip before they can make it into the apartment. They’re still kissing, slowly but passionately, and they only stop occasionally to pant warm gusts of breath on each others’ faces as they make their way into Zack’s bedroom. Cloud’s back hits the bed gently, very gently, and Zack is warm as he presses down on him.
“Hey,” Zack says. His voice is even softer than usual. “You okay with this?”
Cloud knows what Zack’s asking and, really, he is. He’s never been good with words, so instead he reaches up and wraps his arms around Zack, feeling the warmth of his back through his shirt, and, really, that’s all the answer either of them really need. Zack takes off his own shirt, Cloud’s hands helping to work it over his head, and then slides his fingers beneath Cloud’s, running his hands over the pale skin of his chest, rubbing soothing circles and tapping his fingers playfully. He smooths Cloud’s shirt up slowly, inch by inch, and while Cloud really should feel colder when it’s all the way off, somehow the entire world burns hotter instead.
Zack begins kissing his way down Cloud’s belly, little, worshipful touches that border on chaste. He makes the occasional detour to brush his lips against the inside of Cloud’s elbow or the smooth skin of his wrist, but mostly it’s a straight downward glide. He ends up around Cloud’s belly button and nips around the rim of it, still teasing and unconcerned. Cloud’s thumbs work over the ridge of Zack’s spine, the strength of the muscles to either side, the softness of his skin everywhere. When Cloud’s fingers trail over his shoulderblades, Zack shakes his arms back and forth, making the bones dance beneath his skin. Cloud smiles and Zack’s fingers are there, tracing the shape of his lips.
Cloud nudges that hand playfully and it drops down to his shoulder, stroking comfortingly, and then Zack’s other hand starts rubbing at his skin, right before the hem of his pants. It tickles a little, but mostly it just feels good. Cloud returns the favor, running his hands down Zack’s back more firmly, stroking the entire length of it in strong sweeps. Zack hums happily at that, and the hand that was playing over Cloud’s stomach starts unbuttoning his pants instead and suddenly Cloud isn’t sure he wants this after all. He bites his lip to keep from saying anything, convinced that this will pass, and strokes Zack’s back again.
“You okay?” Zack asks again, removing his hand, and that’s when Cloud realizes that he’s tensed up. He blushes, embarrassed, and nods. Zack frowns, asks, “seriously, are you okay?” Cloud can’t quite look him in the eye, maybe because his own feel so wet, but he nods again, looking to the side.
Zack’s hand goes back to his pants, but all it does it button him up again. Cloud protests, quietly-almost half-heartedly-but Zack just sinks down on top of him until they’re pressed together, not even supporting himself any more, and rests his head on Cloud’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Cloud’s back. He makes another happy sound when Cloud’s hand starts petting his hair, his eyes fluttering shut.
Cloud can feel Zack all over, but he can especially feel the hardness still digging into his leg. He bites his lip, feeling guilty, and asks, “are-are you sure this is okay?”
Zack’s eyes half-open, lidded and content. His smile doesn’t move at all. “Okay?” He repeats, then stretches lazily, his legs tangling further with Cloud’s. “This is great.”
Cloud smiles back, Zack’s dark spikes tickling his chin, and puts a hand on the nape of his neck, wondering what on Gaia he had done to deserve someone as great as Zack.