Well, I always did like it when mom took me hunting.

[He tilts his head into the hand in his hair with a purr in his throat, shifting towards the fingers that curl into the ring attached to his collar. It's no secret that he likes it when his collar is toyed with, much like he does when he's fully restrained, but he tilts his head up into the kiss, meeting Angeal's lips halfway, pressing himself flush against the taller man and standing on his tip toes.

Cloud rests his hands on Angeal's biceps, then lets them slip to his hips as he settles himself into a small niche in the curve of the other man's body. His tongue works its way into Angeal's mouth, sliding in when given permission, and his eyes flutter to half mast as he moans softly into the kiss. A curious "kweh" breaks his concentration and Cloud pulls back, a little breathless with a small tug at Angeal's hand, cheeks red and voice slightly teasing.]

I think there's a stall or two free at the end...the office really isn't a place for sleeping.