That was such a beautiful sound, really. Sephiroth was sure that he'd fallen for it, hard, immediately. He wanted to make Cloud make sounds like that again and again, and to memorise every small variation thereof. Obsession was a skill Sephiroth had cultivated without intention, yet it was, perhaps, one of the few things that made him seem just a little more normal.

He bit lightly at Cloud's tongue, one of his hands seeking to work their way under Cloud's vest. This had been too long coming to not be granted the chance to touch him properly unhindered.