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Reno is led by a pretty golden chain hooked to his baby pink collar. His name is embroidered in the center, and there’s a small bell hanging from the loop that jingles as they walk. 

When the door opens, their host appears to greet them. “You must be Rude and…”

“Reno,” Rude answers for him, as the door to the apartment opens wider. Cloud is dressed casually, much more than they are. He also looks young as hell, jeez. Reno’s eyes narrow a bit as he looks around for the main event. 

“Zack’s inside,” Cloud explains simply, gesturing over his shoulder while his eyes openly trail Reno’s lithe body. He’s still leaving some to the imagination, having had to get inside from the street, but his shirt is open enough, that the cat collar is clearly visible. If he undid the last few buttons, everyone would see the matching lace garter around his waist and his rapidly swelling dick stuffed into the most delicate pair of panties he owns.

“Here, boy,” Cloud calls, and a tall, built, raven-haired man comes padding out until his owner commands, “Down.”

He drops to his knees, although it clearly takes a lot of effort and concentration for him to stay there. Blondie moves to his side and pets his hair, rewarding him for his obedience. Reno can’t see his mouth behind the leather muzzle-shaped mask he’s wearing but judging by the glint in his eyes he’s probably drooling. A little too in-character if you ask him. The guy doesn’t look like he knows how to be gentle, and Rude must sense Reno’s wariness because he pets him too, his gloved fingers caressing the back of his neck, and over his furry ears. 

Zack's are leather. He feels like they’d be twitching if they moved, and his tail would wag incessantly.

“You spoil him,” Cloud comments. “What’s the collar say, ‘princess’?”

Reno sneers, but Rude just chuckles a warning, “Careful, he scratches.”

Zack’s head tilts to the side, so effortlessly doglike it makes Reno’s cock twitch in his pants. He hopes they take them off soon. His canine companion is practically naked already, nothing but a studded leather harness around his chest and skintight pair of leather briefs with a fluffy black tail included. All in all, not bad. 

“Well, let’s see if they like each other first.”

“Zack likes everyone,” Cloud says. 

“Reno doesn’t.”

Rude hangs up his jacket, and the further they get into the room, the clearer the picture. Zack’s kennel has a bed, toys and a clean water bowl in it. The worn stuffed Chocobo stands out from the rest of them. There’s also a pretty heavy duty padlock hanging from the door. Reno taught Rude very early on that he hates being caged. He’d rather be curled up in his lap, warming his cock. 

Maybe he is spoiled, but he likes it that way.

He’s set down on the couch where Rude starts undressing him carefully. Zack kneels where he’s told, but he whines impatiently. 

“Is he allowed on the furniture?” Rude asks. 

“Nope.”

Zack pushes it though, his chin in Cloud’s lap and those big blue puppy dog eyes blinking until Cloud gives in and ruffles his hair again, scratching his fingers along his scalp until he sighs. The muscles in his back ripple with the movement as he relaxes and it’s mesmerizing. Reno almost wants to pet him too…

When he’s undressed and fully exposed, Rude gently tugs his tail, testing the plug in his ass and making him moan. Then he has him slide down to the ground so that his knees are spread and he’s bending over the sofa, between where Rude and Cloud are sitting. With his face shoved into the fabric, Reno wrinkles his nose. Somehow it actually smells like dog. Zack’s musk is so undeniably boyish. Tobacco and aftershave and spice. He probably sheds his thick hair everywhere too.

When he looks to his side he finds the puppy about five seconds away from humping Cloud’s leg. Reno wouldn’t be surprised if that’s a thing they do. They’re young enough that it probably gets Zack off quickly.

“No,” Cloud scolds. “Your mate’s waiting for you, go ahead.”

It always makes him blush, this part. When he’s all dolled up in his thigh high paw stockings. It’s humiliating in the best way, his imaginary hackles raise a bit when Zack approaches him. When he feels the warmth and the solidness of his body behind him. Rude is still holding his leash, but Zack’s collar has nothing attached to it but his tags. They tickle Reno’s spine when he leans down to sniff him.

“He’s big, so I hope you–”

“Yes, we saw the pictures.”

Reno yelps when Zack tugs on his tail a little too hard, and god he wishes he could curse the guy out. He has no tact, no finesse, he’s probably got no technique either but the good ol’ jackhammer. 

Oh well. That’s what he came for, isn’t it? To get bitched? It's not about what he wants, it's about getting bred.  

“Reno, open up, kitten.” 

Oh god, Rude wants this too. He got so hard when they tentatively spoke about sharing him. Reno’s the one who posed the idea, slurring his words and high off Rude’s cock. Now here they are, Reno getting mounted by some stud. He relaxes just enough that Rude, not Zack, can bend down and slide the plug out.

Zack grinds his clothed cock against Reno’s ass, and shit, it feels as thick as his fucking forearm. 

“Can he come from this?” Rude asks.

“Oh yeah.” 

Cloud sounds unmoved, but eventually he pushes Zack up enough to get his arm between them and finally pull out his length. Stroking it a few times even though he doesn't need to. He's hard and Reno's still wet enough that the fat head of his cock slips the first time before catching and pushing inside in one firm thrust. 

He bites his lip hard. Fuck!

“You can take it,” Rude coaxes, and the inflection is subtle but Reno can hear how aroused he is in the slight rasp, and the way he audibly swallows afterwards. 

Zack doesn’t speak but he’s somehow still so loud. Every exhale sends a spike of satisfied pleasure up Reno’s spine, every breathy moan; his high pitched whimpers when Reno squeezes around him. It’s addicting, making a guy like him whine like an animal in heat. He can hardly hear their owners conversing above them, he's that vocal. 

“You do this often?” Rude asks casually.

“Yeah. He’s needy.” 

Cloud crosses his arms. His eyes are on the puppy, making sure he behaves and keeping him in line.

Reno pushes his hips back, meeting the harsh thrusts, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together gets louder. Zack’s grip on his hips tightens hard enough to leave bruises.

Rude doesn’t touch himself, that’s not the purpose of this, but Reno knows he’ll get fucked slow and deep when they’re home, sore and over sensitive. Rude will put him back together again. Reclaim him as his own.

“Ngh- ah!” 

He can't help but cry out. The stretch is absurd and Zack’s pace is relentless. He's got superhuman fucking stamina too, angled just right and nailing Reno’s prostate until his legs are shaking. His cock aches whenever it brushes the sofa, leaking onto the fabric and staining it with pre. All this youthful vigor and puppy-like enthusiasm is about to make him come untouched. 

“Hold on,” his owner interrupts.

Cloud raises an eyebrow, “Hm?”

Rude shifts to bring Reno closer, easily moving him so that he’s between his legs with his mouth open and panting right on his dick. As he’s pulled away, Reno hears Zack growl behind him, the clingy bastard. His thrusts force him further into Rude's lap and he realizes that he's the one drooling now, leaving a wet spot on Rude's nice slacks. 

“Breed him, Zack.”

A wounded sound escapes Zack’s throat, and his hips stutter, before he slams back inside. 

“Give him your puppies.” 

A string of curses fills Reno’s head– shit, fuck, fuck – and it's so hard not to say it out loud as Zack pounds into him and Rude grabs a fist full of his hair, pulling just enough that he cries out from the pain. It's a dangerous thing to do because the sound drives Zack crazy, the a dog with it's squeaky toy, and his renewed desperation makes Reno tense up and come on the spot. His cock spurts and drips onto the floor between Rude’s boots. His head spins with the fact that this stranger he just met is going to come in him, going to get exactly what he wants, and in front of his partner no less. It's a shame he has the muzzle on because Reno bets he bites, that Cloud is hiding little love nibble bruises all over his pretty body. He moans as Zack fucks him through the waves of his orgasm.

“Good boy.”

Of course, that's what finally does it for the puppy and Zack groans, burying inside and pulsing hard as he fills him up. Reno can feel every throb, and the new warmth that floods his body. 

Eventually, Rude releases his grip on Reno's hair. Shushes him, soothes him. He sounds so proud, and at some point in his post-orgasmic gaze, mindless and limbs like jelly, Cloud takes Zack’s muzzle off so he can lick him clean. Reno shivers as he feels his warm tongue suddenly between his cheeks. 

Zack licks him messily and kisses the length of his spine when he’s finished, stopping only to nuzzle his jaw and ear. 

“You like that?” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll safeword,” Reno snarls.

“Zack,” Cloud warns. “Bad dog.”

Reno wants to laugh when Zack ducks his head and pouts, his tail between his legs. Cloud orders him to go in his kennel and he obeys, curling up with a huff. Without such a beast in his space, Reno can relax a bit, knowing he isn’t going to get jumped again. Rude pets him until he’s closer to lucid and ever-so-expertly pushes the plug back in, so it doesn’t hurt.

“Sorry about the mess,” he says, stroking his soft tail. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Cloud waves him off, and heads off to get water for his pet, “and thanks for doing this. He’s been pent up.”

I can tell, Reno thinks, curled up safely in Rude’s arms. 

“If you ever want to do this again…” 

“Maybe with some more training.”

Reno looks over and Zack’s already passed out. It’s admittedly kind of cute, and he decides that they're both pretty alright. But when Cloud comes back to the sofa to sit, he reaches out to pet him and earns an immediate growl as Reno hides his face in the crook of Rude’s neck.

“Told you," he says.

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Reno has a big, sad puppy curled up in a nest of blankets in his bed and he doesn’t know how it happened. Well, he knows how it happened, but he doesn’t know how they got here in particular. 

After the first scene, and then the second, Cloud asked if they could ‘dogsit’ while he went on a trip and now Reno wakes up with Zack’s impressive morning wood pressed against his ass while he waits for Rude to wake up and give him permission to fuck him. Zack makes ‘clingy’ an understatement, and he did nothing but mope around for the first day and a half he was staying with them. Worst of all, he sleeps like a god damn furnace. It's too hot!

Reno hisses at him because it’s 6:00AM and he’s still fucking sore from last night. His protest wakes Rude up, who shushes Zack with some petting and a tired, raspy, “Good boy.”

It just makes him hornier though, and Reno groans in frustration, “You did that on purpose.” He can feel his cock twitching for god’s sake. So jumpy. “Can’t you get yourself off?”

He waits for an answer but Zack usually goes quiet when he’s like this. A nonverbal, disobedient no-so-little puppy stuck in that subby space he so deeply loves.

“Get off.” Reno tries again, curling away from Zack and closer to Rude’s back. “Don’t whine.”

“Maybe I should fuck him,” Rude hums, and Reno perks up, lifting his head off the pillow. 

“Huh!?”

The moan Zack lets out at the idea is sinful, pathetic, and so fucking sexy. Admittedly, Reno is incredibly attracted to the guy. 

“Slut,” he accuses flatly. 

Zack’s stroking himself now, Reno can feel the movement as his hand moves quickly between them.

“Don’t cum on the sheets,” Rude warns. 

“How often does Cloud let you fuck him?” Reno asks judgmentally.

“Never,” Zack chokes out, wet sounds muffled by the blankets as he squeezes his dick. 

“What? Jeez, no wonder you’re so…” 

Zack takes his face in one hand and kisses him, deeply, his tongue sliding past his lips and Reno whimpers at the feeling as he sucks on it instinctively.

“Good puppy,” Rude says. 

Reno pulls away with a gasp for air. “Rude, stop. He’s gonna cum.”

He is, judging by how much dirtier his sounds get. Rude reaches out to the side table for his phone and takes a pretty little video to send Cloud. Soon, Zack’s cum is spilling out onto his fingertips, pooling in the valley of the v-line of his abs. 

“Reno, be a sweet kitten and clean him up.”

He’s going to do what he’s told because it’s Rude who is telling him to do it, but his partner still gets a look that says, I would never, ever, do this for anyone else. So count your luck. Then his tongue is darting out to capture the mess while it's still warm, little kitten licks wiping Zack’s skin clean. He shivers, but he’s already halfway to passed out again. Coming is the only thing that seems to help with his restlessness. That, and Cloud, who isn’t here right now because he’s on the other side of the continent.

Well, he’s missing out. 

They really should have never allowed Zack on the furniture. 

“Down,” Reno commands, when his clinging gets to be too much. He’s just got home from work, and he can’t even get his shirt all the way off before Zack’s on him again. “We’ll play with you tonight.”

“Can I fuck you?” Zack’s voice is always so unexpectedly soft and his large hand is resting on the inside of his thigh.

“If Rude says you can.” 

“I hope I get to.”

Reno blushes when he looks away. God damn it. 

They decide to watch some stupid show while they wait for Rude to get back. He and Rude work for the same corporation, but sometimes one of them has to stay late for overtime. This time Rude got the short end of the stick and Reno’s stuck with the manchild they’re babysitting because he had to come home and feed him.

“Hey, are you… like this… with all your partners?” 

“Like what?” Zack tilts his head.

“Do you do the dog thing.”

“Do you?” 

Reno glares at him, “I asked you first.” But he isn’t ashamed to say the truth. “No, only with Rude.”

“Ditto. Cloud takes good care of me.”

Reno is satisfied enough with that answer, and they go back to watching the trashy reality TV until Zack gets restless again, and his breathing is too hard for him not to be needing something, probably because he keeps feeling up Reno’s thigh, squeezing and running his hand up and down the length of his femur absently. 

He starts getting more adventurous, his palm sliding up Reno’s torso, over his abdomen and chest, and then pushing him down a little, pawing at him like a handsy teenage boy in a movie theater.

“Can I?”

Reno lets him maneuver him, until he ends up on his stomach, with his hips being pulled back. Fully clothed, but feeling just as exposed as Zack’s erection meets his ass and slots between his cheeks.

“I wanna be inside you so bad…” 

He starts whimpering, Reno, Reno, Reno.

And Rude comes home to them like that, Reno face down and ass up while Zack humps him, both fully clothed on the couch. 

“Are you in heat?” he accuses. “Puppy, does he need your cum?”

Zack nods deliriously, he’s panting with exertion, the grinding is just as fast and as hard as the punishing thrusts he normally uses when he fucks him.  

“Do you need his pussy?”

Reno can feel him falling apart, his hands are fucking trembling around his waist. This is doing crazy things for him. God, Cloud owes them so much for taking care of his mutt. 

“Show me.”

With no hesitation Zack starts shoving his pants down to his thighs, his cock springs free, needy and flushed. Reno can smell it, the musky salt of his pre. His mouth waters when he thinks of tasting it.

Rude’s involvement is getting him hard too, achingly so. His balls feel fucking full all of the sudden, and he wants to see the look on Rude’s face when he gets split open mercilessly.

“Bark.”

Zack does that too, there’s no hoop he wouldn’t jump through when Reno’s tight hole is his reward. 

“R-rude,” he gasps, Zack’s knocking him around with his larger body, pinning him down prone on his belly. 

Rude tuts. “I’ll stretch you, kitten.”

He goes off to get lube from their bedroom, and comes back with Reno’s kitty ears too, taking a moment to fasten them to his head, before he starts peeling his clothes and slicking up his entrance.

“So pretty, don’t you think puppy?”

“Yeah, yeah so pretty,” Zack whines, Reno feels his warm, leaking fluid smearing against the back of his thigh, and over his balls as he ruts at them.

Rude's fingers aren't inside him nearly long enough.

“You better knock him up this time. I was promised you were good for it,” he says.

Reno’s back arches when Zack drills into him. It hurts, he’s been fucked so many times this week by two different men, one of whom’s cock he hasn’t yet memorized the shape of, his body not used to the exact way it stretches. He misses Rude, misses his predictability and the comfort and safety it brings but knowing he has it is enough for him to relax into getting railed against the sofa. 

Rude sits across from them, and slowly takes his pretty pierced cock out to stroke it. His dark eyes are trained on Reno and the way Zack grabs his throat without asking. 

Reno's eyelids flutter and he gasps as a particularly hard thrust knocks him forward. 

“Careful,” Rude mutters, his hand dragging up the flushed length of his cock teasingly. 

Zack just howls and the sound of their skin slapping together grows loud and obscene. He's close already from the dry humping, but they both know from experience that he can go again, and again, and again 

There are tears in his eyes when Rude asks, “What's the matter, kitten? Not ready for a litter?”

He loves it when they do this sort of roleplay, when he's just an innocent little kitten with no idea what's happening to him, why there's suddenly a big cock and a sweaty man on top of him making his tummy feel so funny. Call it a guilty pleasure.

He manages the smallest moan when Zack comes inside him. He doesn't stop fucking him through it, and it's messy. His cock doesn't even begin to soften before Rude is standing up, making his way over to them and methodically undressing. 

He moves Zack onto his back, and lays Reno on top of him, both of their legs spread for Rude to nestle between them and lay his heavy cock against the crease of Reno’s thigh. 

His cock is aching, throbbing with the need for release and Rude barely grazes his fingers down the length of it, and then lower, to feel Zack’s cum leaking down his crack. He wouldn't normally let either of them stay messy, but he uses it to wet the head of his cock and pushes it inside. 

“Mmph! Fuuuuck—” 

He's still loose but Rude's big and testing the limits of his stamina. Zack holds him down so he can't touch himself and his cock slaps his belly wetly as it bounces with the force of Rude's subsequent thrusts. 

With them both beneath him, stacked, it's almost like he's fucking them both, Rude could pull out, pull Zack’s hips up against him and slide into him instead. He doesn't though, and Reno feels his hot breath against his neck and the murmuring encouragement while he gets fucked. It's deep, and slower than Zack’s pounding. Rude rocks into him, and every stroke makes Reno moan like a whore.

It's the hand on the sensitive underside of his cock that has him writhing. Zack's fingers teasingly stroking up and down but not fully encircling him with the good firm squeeze he needs to finish.

“Come for me,” Rude says, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted. 

Reno wants to kiss him so badly. The fingers around his head don't ease up, Zack rolls his palm around the glans, sticky precum slicking him up enough to finally, finally pump him three times and then he's arching and coming all over his own stomach and chest. 

“Beautiful,” Rude murmurs. His thrusts pick up, milked by the tantalizing squeeze of Reno’s body around his sensitive flesh. 

Reno, dazed and weary, hears him groan, and then their lips are slotting together and Rude is kissing him hungrily. He tries to keep up, but the sudden added warmth inside him is delightfully distracting. 

“Take it all,” Rude pulls back to say, breathless, and so gentle as he slowly rocks in and out, releasing the last of his come.

It takes seconds for Zack to start wiggling beneath him and Reno realizes that he's still hard and wanting to go again. 

“That’s it,” he sighs. “We’re sending you back to Cloud neutered.”

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Zack responded more than positively the first time Cloud told him that typical sex wouldn't be a part of their relationship. He was curious, and kind, and embarrassingly reassuring. 

“I just want you,” he’d say. “Any way you'll let me have you.”

Cloud feels safe with him. Zack never pushes, or begs (unless he's told to). Now, their nonverbal communication is so efficient that one look will put him down onto his knees. Everything about the way his boyfriend looks at Cloud sends one clear message: you're enough. 

Sometimes there are more intimate things Cloud will let him do. He lets him dry hump him, and lick and kiss various parts of his body. He’ll pet him, twirling his fingers in his soft black hair and massaging his scalp while Zack curls against him in bed, stimulating himself. It feels somehow more intimate than penetrative sex. Zack getting off on his approval, and his satisfaction, and knowing that he's loved.

“Was that good? Am I good?” he always asks. 

And he usually is. So when Cloud goes to pick him up, he isn't surprised that he's already waiting outside, nervous energy clearly written on his face. The black leather collar around his neck is a welcome sight. Cloud can't wait to trace it with his fingertips and feels Zack’s racing pulse against it. 

He smells a bit like leather, and expensive cologne too when he pulls Cloud into a warm embrace. It makes Cloud wonder what all they’ve been getting up to, what kind of marks he might be hiding under his clothing from Reno’s nails down his back.

“Love you,” Zack whispers. 

“I love you too— ack!” Cloud makes an embarrassing sound when Zack suddenly hoists him up off the ground.

“Missed you so much,” he practically purrs.

“Put me down.”

“Never.”

“Zack.”

He huffs and gives in, but his arms are still wrapped tightly around him, strong and solid. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, undoubtedly.

Reno comes sauntering outside eventually. He looks tired, not unlike he's been babysitting a rambunctious child all week. Rude follows, taking his place behind his partner with a hand on his shoulder that slides down to his waist. They're so familiar with each other. Comfortable in a way that speaks to years spent togethers. Rude whispers something to his partner that Cloud can't hear.  

“Are you limping yet?” Cloud asks and Reno’s face sours a little.

“Not even close,” he answers with a challenging half-smirk.

It's hard to tell what Rude is thinking from behind his sunglasses but Cloud thinks he looks amused. 

“Thanks. For watching him. I owe you guys a favor.”

“It's no problem, we had fun,” Rude says.

When they get home, Zack is immediately on him again, inhaling his scent, touching him all over like he's making sure that he's unharmed. Cloud pulls his shirt off and traces the leather harness he's wearing, stretched tight across his ample chest.

“I saw the videos Rude sent me,” he mutters as Zack sinks down to his knees. “I told you to behave. That was not behaving.”

Zack ducks away, guilty as charged and waiting for his punishment. He had the audacity not to look guilty at all when he was manhandling Reno into all kinds of positions that showed off his true flexibility.

“Come here.” Cloud tugs on the harness, pulling him closer, Zack shuffles forward until he's right between his legs, looking up with those pretty, sky blue eyes.

Cloud tips his chin, watches his lips part hopefully. But he doesn't indulge him. First the pads of his fingers find the sensitive parts of his neck, and then roam across his jawline, soft and teasing. Zack melts into the touch with a quiet hum. When Cloud finally brushes his knuckles over his lips again, his tongue darts out to swipe across them, a questioning gaze held between them as he nips playfully 

“Alright,” Cloud whispers. “Open.”

His lips part and Cloud offers him two fingers to suckle as he pets across his wet, velvety tongue. Zack swallows them up and moans around them wantonly. Cloud admittedly does wonder sometimes what his mouth would feel like on his cock instead. If the heat would be too much, if Zack would know just what to do with his tongue…

His cheeks hollow and he quickly grows needy, so Cloud gives him another finger, three stretching his lips, sliding all the way in and back out until he pulls out abruptly and leaves him drooling and panting for breath.

“Do you want more?”

Zack nods fervently but Cloud just tuts. “I should make you get off on my boot. Is that what you want? You sure we're acting like it…”

He gets a whine in response and the tent in the loose pair of pants Zack wears is telling enough. There's a wet spot at the tip. His stamina is admirable for him to have been fucking Reno all week and still have so much left inside him. 

He really is the perfect stud, nuzzling Cloud’s leg like he wants to bite into the meat of his thigh.

Cloud puts on a show of sighing and considering it, because Zack loves it when he's dramatic. It's the anticipation that makes his cock twitch in his pants as Cloud turns to lead him towards their bedroom. 

He makes him undress fully and kneel to watch while he strips. He takes his time, removing his shirt first to expose flawless pale skin and pert pink nipples. Then he’s slowly peeling the dark pair of jeans down his thighs, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers and watching as Zack doesn't even blink while they're pushed down, inch by inch. Thin cotton revealing more of his yet untouched body. 

His cock is hard, sometimes that happens. He just doesn't feel the need to take care of it and Zack likes it a lot, soft or hard, tells him how pretty it is and how he loves watching it bounce, like that one time Cloud let him fuck his thighs. 

When he's naked he gets on the bed and spreads his legs for Zack to crawl between them, hovering above him, his hand on his leaking shaft already, shiny at the tip and so daunting. He's not going to last. Like this, with Cloud on his back, it's almost as if they were actually fucking and Zack can't handle it any better than he probably did when he lost his virginity. At the full mercy of all the testosterone in his body. 

Onle then does Cloud finally gives him permission to starts fucking into his fist. He strokes himself so desperately and with so much vigor that the tags on his collar jingle: property of Cloud Strife. Cloud watches the muscles in his arms flex and the veins in his forearm and neck bulge. He’s holding back, just for him.

He wants to fuck him so badly, and that shameless need makes Cloud smile up at him, the rare smile reserved only for those closest to him. “Just like that, so good for me.”

Zack doubles over and keens as his cock soon pulses with his releases. He cums onto Cloud’s stomach and lands thick white ropes across his length. It drips molten hot down the crease between his thigh and into the crack of his ass. 

“Fuck— fuck! Cloud, baby." He sounds utterly broken as his abs clench and the last of it spills out and covers his own fingers.

Despite the sticky mess, Cloud reaches up to pull him down on top of him and into a sloppy kiss. Zack’s weight is crushing but he doesn't mind the lack of breath in exchange for the closeness. These moments are his favorite, when Zack is sated and cozy in his arms like a puppy needing a nap. 

Their dicks touch, and Zack shudders with the last spasms of his orgasm, extra sensitive. 

“You're all mine, aren't you?” Cloud sighs happily. 

Zack nods, adjusting so his arms are wrapped around Cloud too. He’ll trap him there if he falls asleep, tangled up in his limbs. 

“Good boy.”

“Your good boy,” Zack corrects tiredly, just before falling asleep right there on his chest.