Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Zack/Sephiroth, Following Orders. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"
Sephiroth's leathers were much too big for him, of course - he probably looked ridiculous, drowning in the multitude of straps, the sleeves bunched up his forearms. And the shoulder guards were just plain impossible. Cloud had no idea how the General got anything done, wearing this getup all day.
Granted, the smell and feel of the leather turned him on to no end, and for that matter his lovers seemed to have no complaints. "Slower, Zack," he said, and the dark-haired man hummed acknowledgement, violet eyes slitted as he drew his skilled mouth up the length of Sephiroth's cock.
Sephiroth groaned, hips jerking in helpless supplication, but he didn't try to countermand Cloud's orders. Propped half up on the blond's lap, his fingers curling in the sheets, the mighty General shuddered and bit his lip to silence another moan.
Cloud reached down and ran his palm over Sephiroth's bare chest, feeling the muscle ripple under his caress. "Don't hold back," he said kindly. "I want to hear you."
"Yessir," Sephiroth murmured, turning his cheek to Cloud's side and nuzzling into the leathers. Pleased, Cloud shifted him closer and whispered near-chaste kisses down his cheek as Zack took him all the way in again. At a nod from Cloud, he sucked hard, drawing Sephiroth's release from him; Sephiroth shut his eyes and cried out helplessly for them both.