[Nerves alighting under her touch, every single place her fingers trail. Across shoulders and chest, his sides, down the plane of his stomach, and pausing just above the belt line.
She barely needs permission. And she will certainly win a fair share of encouragement; that is exactly the sort of touching that Sephiroth’s body has begun to ache for the most. It’s not hard to guess at, given how he’s begun to tent beneath the fabric of his trousers, suddenly feeling all-too constrained.
As quickly as he had tended to the buttons of his shirt, his hands move to unfasten his belt. The top button of his pants follow, to leave no room for doubt.]
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She barely needs permission. And she will certainly win a fair share of encouragement; that is exactly the sort of touching that Sephiroth’s body has begun to ache for the most. It’s not hard to guess at, given how he’s begun to tent beneath the fabric of his trousers, suddenly feeling all-too constrained.
As quickly as he had tended to the buttons of his shirt, his hands move to unfasten his belt. The top button of his pants follow, to leave no room for doubt.]
I want to feel your hand wrapped around me.