( Yazoo's own pulse jumps with excitement when he feels the press of his thumb against his throat. It's thrilling in a way that it could only be with Cloud; the tension between them is a strange, palpable thing that seems to be drawing them even closer together, and he slides his hand into soft blond hair just to give himself something else to hold on to.
Kadaj would be proud, he thinks, as a dreamy smile touches the corners of his lips. What better way to show their brother how much he means to them?
Cloud turns his face into his neck and it feels like victory. A dreamy little smile settles on the curve of Yazoo's lips, because for all the push and strain that it's taken to get here? This is a kind of acceptance in his own way. It's non-verbal. It's Cloud wanting to be closer but not quite knowing how to do it, and while Yazoo doesn't particularly enjoy having to be patient ... maybe he can be, if waiting for him to understand means he'll get to feel like this. Maybe letting himself soak in the strange heat of their connection will be enough to tide him over. )
... You see?
( When Cloud finally releases his throat to stroke down to his chest Yazoo immediately misses that skin-to-skin contact β and so the hand at his back slips free to move back up and curl around his bare bicep. He sighs, satisfied now that he has more of Cloud to feel, and tilts his head just enough to rest his cheek against the other man's temple. )
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( Yazoo's own pulse jumps with excitement when he feels the press of his thumb against his throat. It's thrilling in a way that it could only be with Cloud; the tension between them is a strange, palpable thing that seems to be drawing them even closer together, and he slides his hand into soft blond hair just to give himself something else to hold on to.
Kadaj would be proud, he thinks, as a dreamy smile touches the corners of his lips. What better way to show their brother how much he means to them?
Cloud turns his face into his neck and it feels like victory. A dreamy little smile settles on the curve of Yazoo's lips, because for all the push and strain that it's taken to get here? This is a kind of acceptance in his own way. It's non-verbal. It's Cloud wanting to be closer but not quite knowing how to do it, and while Yazoo doesn't particularly enjoy having to be patient ... maybe he can be, if waiting for him to understand means he'll get to feel like this. Maybe letting himself soak in the strange heat of their connection will be enough to tide him over. )
... You see?
( When Cloud finally releases his throat to stroke down to his chest Yazoo immediately misses that skin-to-skin contact β and so the hand at his back slips free to move back up and curl around his bare bicep. He sighs, satisfied now that he has more of Cloud to feel, and tilts his head just enough to rest his cheek against the other man's temple. )