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Cloud is riding their guest when Zack enters the room, sweet little huffs of exertion escaping his petal pink lips as he lays atop the Red General’s prone form. But it's over in an instant, Cloud abruptly stilling his hips and turning to Zack with a heartbreaking pout, sulking furiously even as the commander lets out a dazed groan of satisfaction from under him.
“Gen came in me,” Cloud informs him, lips downturned to match his sullen tone. “I wasn't even close!” His sweet face is crumpled in frustration, expression stormy with disappointment. His delectable pink cock is still proudly erect between his legs, a testament to his own stamina– and their guest’s terrible lack thereof.
Zack approaches the side of the bed with a disapproving frown of his own. “Honestly, Gen,” he sighs, “I didn't really think you'd live up to all the big talk you've been feeding Cloud, but this is just pathetic.” He reaches down, taking the crimson commander by the hair and dragging him down the mattress until just his head hangs off of it. The man lays there in a stupor, his own ejaculate cooling on his cock, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
“Guess the effects of the materia aren't helping, huh,” Zack muses. “Sorry, Cloud. I really wanted him to be good for you, but I probably should have stopped at one stun. He kept insisting it would take more than one to take him down,” he says, sighing. “I can remove it with esuna if you want, babe.”
From where his head hangs upside down over the edge, Genesis can see Zack lean over the bed to kiss his boyfriend. “It's okay, Zack,” Cloud says sweetly. “I really just want you anyway.” The two lean in for another kiss, Cloud’s pale hand coming up to caress the sun kissed skin of Zack’s chest.
Zack, who is well known around the tower for being unable to keep his hands off of his boyfriend, seems to relish the simple act of letting his calloused hands roam reverently over his little love’s pale skin. Cloud is wearing white thigh highs, and their effect on his partner is obvious. It looks like something a bride would wear under her wedding dress; the color and texture of sheer white nylon makes Cloud look virginal, unspoiled and untouched, even with his boyfriend's groping hands juxtaposed against the fabric.
Zack breaks their kiss to shift his position, moving to loom over Genesis so that his thighs frame the sides of his superior officer’s face. “Just gonna take the edge off, baby,” he tells Cloud with a smile, popping the button of his pants and sliding the fabric down muscled thighs. “Need to last extra long for you, to make up for you having to play all by yourself,” he explains with a wolfish grin.
Genesis is barely able to follow the conversation happening above him. He hardly has time to register the weight of the spongy cockhead on his tongue before Zack is relentlessly rutting into his face at a punishing pace.
Zack uses their new slave’s throat like a fleshlight as he leans over and resumes kissing Cloud. The delicate sounds of his and Cloud's lips and tongues meeting in a gentle caress are all but drowned out by the filthy, slick slide of his member invading the general’s throat. He pistons his hips to set a fast, brutal pace, fucking deep into the vulnerable throat beneath him and allowing his balls to slap against the general’s face with every thrust.
His uninhibited rutting into the commander’s throat is offset by the gentle, worshipful touches he trails over Cloud's soft skin. Zack moans into their kiss, content to take his pleasure from the helplessly drooling Genesis while staring into the depths of his boyfriend's gorgeous blue eyes. “Zack,” Cloud whines, pulling away to catch his breath. He lightly traces his fingernails over the man’s dusky nipples, relishing the shiver it causes. “I feel so empty. I want you. Please?”
Zack's head rolls back as he groans loudly, unashamedly chasing the sensation between his thighs as he almost comes undone at the desperate expression on Cloud's sweet face. He allows himself to relish it for several more thrusts, Cloud’s pronounced pout only heightening his pleasure, before forcing himself to pull out of the redhead’s abused throat. It wouldn't do for him to come before his prince, after all.
Cloud is still shooting him an unimpressed look, but that changes when Zack finally climbs onto the bed and arranges himself against the sheets, head propped up on the pillows as he opens his arms in invitation. “Finally,” Cloud huffs, still sulking despite the relief that rushes through him at the thought that he’ll finally have a real man to satisfy him. He arranges himself to straddle Zack’s thighs, grateful at least that Genesis coming pathetically quickly means he won't have to stop for more lube. He can feel the semen leaking out of him, and Zack’s gaze flickers down to enjoy the visual as Cloud arranges the head of his cock at his already wet entrance. He sinks down slowly, relishing the burn of his boyfriend's member stretching him in a way that Genesis didn't even come close to achieving.
Careful but possessive hands come up to grip his hips, and Cloud takes a moment to admire Zack’s darker skin tone contrasted against his own. Cloud leans down for a kiss, loving the feeling of his boyfriend smiling against his lips as they move in tandem. Zack eventually draws back and places large hands on Cloud's waist, pushing him to sit upright again. He keeps one hand trailing gentle circles into Cloud's skin while the other tangles in rust-colored locks, forcing Genesis up the bed by his hair until his mouth hovers over Cloud’s straining cock.
“You still need to be punished for cumming inside of Cloud,” Zack sternly tells him. Genesis can only moan roughly, eyes darting between the lovers as he's held in Zack’s painfully firm grip. “I’d tell you to thank him for allowing you to fire off your pathetic load inside of him,” he continues darkly, “but I can think of a much better use for your mouth. You failed to make him cum once already, this is the least you can do,” Zack reminds him, yanking their slave’s head up and forcing it down on Cloud’s member.
Cloud lets out a hiss at the intensity of the sensation, letting it trail off into a moan of appreciation as Zack enforces a steady pace both with his hips and with the redhead’s throat. Zack takes the opportunity to commit Cloud's overwhelmed, helplessly pleasured expression to memory, knowing it will serve him well when he's lonely on his next deployment. His boyfriend’s pale skin is flushed a delicious shade of pink from his ears down to his collarbones. It's almost the exact same color as Cloud’s sloppily wet cock, and Zack finds it incredibly appetizing. He almost regrets letting Genesis be the one to pleasure that tender, blushing flesh.
Zack increases the pace of his hips, making an effort to thrust upwards into his boyfriend’s prostate as accurately as he can and adoring the high-pitched squeal that forces out of him. His grip on the redhead’s hair tightens as he establishes a blinding pace for the commander, barely allowing the man time to breathe with how quickly he's made to bob between Cloud’s thighs. Zack thinks his boyfriend always looks beautiful, but he's absolutely gorgeous when he cums– body taut and quivering as pale skin glows with a rosy blush, blue eyes wide with unshed tears as that sinfully enticing mouth hangs open around a sweet gasp. Zack couldn't stave off his own orgasm even if he wanted to; the proof of Cloud’s pleasure makes it impossible not to follow him into bliss.
Zack could see his beloved’s face contorted in orgasm every single day and never tire of it. Hell, some days he’s seen it twice or more, and it’s only gotten more satisfying.
Cloud immediately brings his chest to rest on Zack's, out of breath but eager for kisses in a way that makes his boyfriend laugh with quiet affection. Zack lifts the commander's head off of Cloud’s spent cock and lets it fall off to the side somewhere, allowing his lover to press their hips together and relish the closeness of their heated skin. Cloud is always reluctant to remove Zack's member from his body even after it's gone soft. They both adore the feeling of connectedness, but it usually falls to Zack to pry their skin apart and get them clean, regardless of how much he wants to stay in bed with Cloud.
The lovers lazily kiss and savor each other's body heat until the feeling of cooling cum becomes too uncomfortable to ignore. Zack uses his grip on Cloud's hips to gently lift his boyfriend off of his member, adoring Cloud's protesting whine of loss. “I know, baby,” Zack assures him, grinning indulgently. “But as soon as we get cleaned up and say goodbye to Gen, we can get right back to round two, promise. Speaking of Gen,” he says with a smirk, taking the redhead by the hair again and guiding his mouth onto Cloud’s stomach, “he can help us with the cleanup. Isn't that right, commander?”
Genesis whimpers in recognition at the taste of semen on his tongue as Zack guides his lax, open mouth over the remaining traces of Cloud’s orgasm. Once Cloud’s tight little stomach is cool and shining with saliva, Zack gestures for his boyfriend to lay on his stomach and guides the general to clean Cloud's puffy, tender hole instead.
In a few days from now, Genesis will look back and be equal parts furious and aroused. His usefulness to the pair of lovers lies in being used as a masturbation aid, a convenient toy to open Cloud up for Zack and a wet hole to lubricate Zack’s cock so he could prepare to pound his boyfriend into the mattress.
But it's unlikely that Genesis will even be allowed a repeat performance as a cocksleeve. Clearly, allowing Cloud to go for a little ride on their new slave was a mistake in Zack’s opinion. Genesis couldn't even handle a little bit of teasing from the boy, blowing like an inexperienced teenager before even getting Cloud close to orgasm. He completely failed to appreciate the opportunity Zack gave him to worship the blond nymph’s body, and that's something he won't make the mistake of allowing ever again.
And Zack is the only one allowed to cum inside of Cloud. Everyone, even the newest of troopers at Shinra, knew that!
With cleanup completely done (for this round), Cloud wastes no time in putting Genesis on a collar and lead from their toy drawer and handing the leash to Zack. “I don't have the patience to deal with you right now,” Zack tells him matter-of-factly. Genesis makes an aborted keen of recognition that Zack doesn't hesitate to interrupt. “You're lucky I’m a lot more interested in making love to my boyfriend than I am in disciplining you for being such a rotten lay for him,” he chides, looking down at the once proud general on his knees. “But maybe the troopers in Cloud’s old squad will have a use for you. Try your best to be useful tonight, yeah?” Genesis feels his impotent cock stiffen up between his legs as he crawls on hands and knees out of the apartment, catching sight of the knowing smirk on Cloud's cherubic face as he's tugged out the door and away from their bed forever.