Part 2
“Can’t have you messing up that pretty dress of yours,” he purred, wrapping the satin around heated flesh and stroking. That got a low moan from Cloud as his fingers tightened on the leather crossing Sephiroth’s chest, and his hips bucked into those long fingers. Glowing materia green eyes watched the teen in his arms as he continued coaxing pleasured cries and unconscious movements from the blond, and Sephiroth vowed to get this one in his bed for a more complex dance between them. But for now, Sephiroth would enjoy this private dance.
He leaned down to whisper in a delicate shell of an ear, mostly hidden behind blond hair plastered flat with gel. “Does it excite you to know that anyone could walk out here and see us together like this? With my hand up your skirt and jerking you off as your cries fill the air, making them wish they were the ones bringing those sweet sounds from your lips?”
Shifting his other hand under the skirt, Sephiroth stroked the firm butt and smirked at the shiver that action produced. “Or would you prefer to wrap those legs around my waist as I take you against the railing? Filling you and claiming you with the upper society of Midgar only a dozen feet away looking on with jealousy as the loveliest woman here is taken by the Silver General.”
“Not... woman...” protested Cloud, his voice a breathy whisper even as that blush darkened across his cheeks, but the hard flesh in Sephiroth’s hand had given a decidedly interested twitch at his words. “Was... dare...”
“But right now, you are clad in silk and heels, bringing out your natural delicateness,” purred Sephiroth, sliding a finger between those cheeks to tease the hidden entrance there as he tightened his grip on hard flesh, stroking a bit faster. “I think I like you looking all feminine and delicate, especially knowing how strong and determined you are as a trooper.”
Cloud’s breath was coming faster, his eyes glazing over with building lust, and Sephiroth leaned down to capture those lips, whispering a single command before sealing their lips together. “Come.” He drank down the cry of pleasure as the satin in his hand was soaked with Cloud’s release, and Sephiroth coaxed the young man through his shuddering climax. Carefully cleaning Cloud with the stained satin, Sephiroth smirked at him before dropping the damp cloth over the side of the balcony, and Cloud stared at him with wide eyes, the realization of what happened starting to sink in.
“A very pleasant warm up, Cloud, but such dances are better suited for more private places,” he remarked, tugging the short skirt back into place as an excuse to keep touching the blond. “Shall we retire to my quarters for a more complex dance?”
A pleased and shy smile spread across Cloud’s face before he wrapped his hands around Sephiroth’s arm. “After you, sir.”