( some part of cloud finds all of this strange. it isn't right that zack should wear such sad look, hand coming up to touch his face for a brief moment between zack crawling over him and the press of zack's hand to his body. there's an emotion that settles thick in his chest and in his throat, making it nearly impossible to speak. something intangible, a small thing he'd swallowed down after his death.
of course he wants to reassure him. he wants to believe that, more than anything, zack will stay with him too. )
I won't go anywhere, ( he promises, the words heavy on his tongue. ) I'm real. This is real.
( there are still so many things in his life that confuse him, but cloud doubts he could ever believe something like this to be a lie. zack is too warm, too solid. the touch of his hands under his shirt and the weight of his mouth as they kiss sinks in like a hook through his heart and reels him in.
cloud sighs with relief, opening up to urge zack to deepen the contact between them. the heat is less intense in the wake of zack's exploring fingers, but it still isn't enough. the gentleness has him tensing up just slightly, his own hands smoothing along zack's shoulders and along the upper part of his back. just to feel him, to memorize the curve of his muscles. trying to remember what he'd thought zack must have felt like isn't the same as experiencing it, and his fingers creep into the hair at the nape of zack's neck, pushing through the strands to commit that sensation to memory as well. )
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of course he wants to reassure him. he wants to believe that, more than anything, zack will stay with him too. )
I won't go anywhere, ( he promises, the words heavy on his tongue. ) I'm real. This is real.
( there are still so many things in his life that confuse him, but cloud doubts he could ever believe something like this to be a lie. zack is too warm, too solid. the touch of his hands under his shirt and the weight of his mouth as they kiss sinks in like a hook through his heart and reels him in.
cloud sighs with relief, opening up to urge zack to deepen the contact between them. the heat is less intense in the wake of zack's exploring fingers, but it still isn't enough. the gentleness has him tensing up just slightly, his own hands smoothing along zack's shoulders and along the upper part of his back. just to feel him, to memorize the curve of his muscles. trying to remember what he'd thought zack must have felt like isn't the same as experiencing it, and his fingers creep into the hair at the nape of zack's neck, pushing through the strands to commit that sensation to memory as well. )