[He's not afraid of a lot of things these days, lest of all showing his own interest and appreciation of his partners. Eros has desensitised him to a lot of things, including public fucking, so it begs the question of just what Cloud is scared of. Certainly not the possibility of being caught by anyone other than the birds. His chest warms and he purrs at the thought, tilting his head up to kiss Angeal as the man's stubble rubs against his mouth. Tongue flicking or, he slides it along Angeal's lower lip before pulling back to help him pull his shirt off.
His hair floofs as he tugs it off by the neckline, shaking the usual chocobo nest out. It wasn't a shirt Cloud wore very often, but one that showed every contour of his chest. The collar ring jingled with the motion of moving his neck, and he stepped forward again, pressing himself into Angeal and letting his hand slide down to cup and fondle at the front of his pants.]
Well, you could've. I'm sure they would've understood if we had to step inside for a quickie.
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His hair floofs as he tugs it off by the neckline, shaking the usual chocobo nest out. It wasn't a shirt Cloud wore very often, but one that showed every contour of his chest. The collar ring jingled with the motion of moving his neck, and he stepped forward again, pressing himself into Angeal and letting his hand slide down to cup and fondle at the front of his pants.]
Well, you could've. I'm sure they would've understood if we had to step inside for a quickie.