Sense

It took every ounce of self control Zack possessed to remain looking straight ahead. His every instinct told him it was too much; that he should close his eyes and lose himself in physical sensation instead of vision. Allow only the feel of being fucked rather than watching it happen as well. Every sense was bombarded; he could taste his own cock on his lover's tongue from their earlier foreplay. The air in the room carried the scent of sweat from each of their bodies. Behind him, he heard the gasps and pants as his lover pounded into him, his movements rhythmic and slow so Zack could feel every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out.

Finally, this. The full-length mirror, reflecting every movement was the icing on the cake, allowing him to see as well as feel and hear and taste and smell the passion flowing between him and his lover.

He glanced upwards. Over his left shoulder he saw the crest of blond hair, bobbing up and down with Cloud's thrusts.

"Hey," he gasped out, hoarsely. "You can't tell me I have to watch if you're not going to do the same."

There was a puff of warm breath against Zack's shoulder blade and Cloud lifted his head to make reflected eye contact.

"Sorry."

The apology was punctuated with a deeper thrust, making Zack cry out. Cloud could play dirty when he wanted; as could Zack. With a flash of a smirk at his lover, Zack moved his hands over the twitching muscles of his stomach and down towards the hardness at his groin. Another puff of breath, this time against his neck as Cloud breathed out an, "Oh" at watching Zack caress his hardened flesh. Almost immediately afterwards, there came another gasp but this time from Zack, his fingers closing around his cock and squeezing. He hadn't realised quite how sensitive he was.

"Do it slowly," Cloud muttered, not quite a demand but not quite a request either. "I want to see you get yourself off. I want to see you milk your cock dry."

Zack almost came right then and there. Cloud's words, so unusually dirty, the tone, so unusually certain; it was a heady combination. Not one to refuse an order, Zack began slowly stroking up and down his erection. A little twist of his wrist at the tip and a flex of his fingers at the bottom. He should jerk off in front of the mirror more often, he thought, bringing his free hand down to roll his balls in the palm. He looked hot, even if that did sound a little conceited.

Cloud rolled his hips, rocking into his lover. Every now and then, the tips of Zack's fingers would brush against his ballsack causing him to jerk forward. It was an entirely calculated move on Zack's part. He knew how sensitive Cloud's balls were and often played on it by sucking or fondling his balls during foreplay. Internally, he wondered if he could make Cloud come just by playing with his testicles and resolved to, one day, find out. For the moment though, he had other matters to attend to. Like the fact that he could see on Cloud's face, hear in Cloud's gasps, feel in Cloud's thrusts that his lover was nearing his peak.

"Not without me, you don't."

Leaning back slightly, Zack turned his head and licked along Cloud's jaw, tasting the saltiness that came with exertion. He was rewarded by a tightening of the fingers gripping his hips for leverage, reassuringly painful. His own strength was something to be feared between them; a momentary lapse in concentration - especially at the time of climax - could spell disaster at worst, broken bones at best. This was their compromise. Cloud let Zack handle him with kid gloves and in return, Zack begged Cloud to fuck him as hard as he could. It wasn't ideal, but compromise rarely is and besides, it wasn't forever. As soon as Cloud passed his exams and started his own mako treatments, they would be on more of a level footing. And when that time arrived, Zack would screw Cloud so long and so hard that he wouldn't be able to sit down for at least half an hour. Accelerated healing took a little of the fun out of that particular scenario.

Zack realised that leaning back as he was meant he could actually see the base of Cloud's cock as he pushed in and out.

"Fuck, that's hot."

If Cloud heard him curse, there was no sign of it. It was probably just coincidence that Cloud chose that moment to speed up. Either way, Zack found it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open, to keep up the steady rhythm of his hand and to keep his orgasm at bay.

"I can tell you're close. Come for me. Let me see you shoot."

Never before had Zack heard Cloud sound so...so...sultry. That was the only word for it. Sultry yet commanding. And it did Zack in. The next thing he knew, he was gripping his cock tight, milking himself dry, just as Cloud had told him to. He could smell his spunk as it spurted up his chest, taste it when he flicked out his tongue to catch a drop which spattered against his lip. Inside, he felt Cloud's cock pulse and heard the accompanying cry of release.

And when he caught his breath and opened eyes that he couldn't recall closing all he could focus on was Cloud grinning at him from over his shoulder. Dazzling as always, surely reflecting his own.

"When did you get to be so bossy?" Zack asked.

"When did you get to be so kinky?" Cloud countered and then they both laughed before curling up on the bed together.

Sometimes he thought it all a little back to front, but Zack always came back to the belief that their relationship made a weird kind of sense.
The end