[He chuckles despite himself, waiting for the other man to grab the overnight bag before tugging him along gently. The smell of chocobos is familiar enough that it's comforting rather than humiliating to even think about doing something kinky in such a place like a barn (not that the one on the farm hadn't been christened in some way or another). Cloud gently tugs Angeal along, keeping close to the older man with a slight sway in his hips to tease, his fingers threading through Angeal's.
He was right; there are definitely two free stalls at the end row, and Cloud pulls open the door to the one at the farthest point. There's a rack where one would normally tie a horse or chocobo to, sitting near the very end, and small mounds of hay covering the floor - it looked like they'd been using this as storage. It smells very earthy, which is just fine by the blond, and he inhales before turning, his hand leaving Angeal's and settling both on large hips, dragging them together. Even standing in hay, he's still smaller, and he stands on his tiptoes to kiss his jaw again, fingers seeking a belt, but not before running his fingers over the front of Angeal's pants, purring.]
Are you going to fuck me, though? Here where the birds can see?
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He was right; there are definitely two free stalls at the end row, and Cloud pulls open the door to the one at the farthest point. There's a rack where one would normally tie a horse or chocobo to, sitting near the very end, and small mounds of hay covering the floor - it looked like they'd been using this as storage. It smells very earthy, which is just fine by the blond, and he inhales before turning, his hand leaving Angeal's and settling both on large hips, dragging them together. Even standing in hay, he's still smaller, and he stands on his tiptoes to kiss his jaw again, fingers seeking a belt, but not before running his fingers over the front of Angeal's pants, purring.]
Are you going to fuck me, though? Here where the birds can see?