[ The touch of her hand upon his chest makes him feel so warm, even over the layer of his vest. But if Cloud wasn't careful, he'd let that turn into a burning sensation and a need to get rid of said layers. With time, he tells himself. With patience. Feverish though this pace was becoming, this connection is one steeped in something deeper than something the moons called of them. So when Weiss accepts this newfound level of affection and returns the fervor of his kisses, he lets out a soft sigh complimented by a content hum.
Cloud's a terrible liar to begin with, but the truth was in the way that he looked at her. The way that he touched and kissed her tonight. It was something that the blond probably would have never discovered about himself if it wasn't for this planet... He realizes now that it's not just the shift in their nature that these moons instill in those chosen; it amplifies what's already there, buried deep down for so long before being pulled to the surface.
And it all rides off the back of one question- the answer evading him every night he stares up at his ceiling.
Why did Cloud choose to kiss Weiss that night?
It wasn't just for the sake of getting them out of those chains. He wouldn't do this with just anyone. He does want her. He wants to feel her smaller hands along his skin. He wants to keep kissing her, touching her, caressing her and exploring her body. But on a more raw level- here and now? Cloud wanted to hear more of her cute mewls.
And listen to them become debauched cries as he picks up where he left off that night, his hand sliding further until his fingers are caressing at the crotch of her panties. The rhythm of his fingers against her dampening core is much more assertive than last time, stroking her as a deep moan rumbles in the back of his throat with her mouth locked on his. He revels in the way Weiss' fingers comb through his soft yet spiky hair, the other perched on his shoulder to steady herself.
The amount of Chroma that he feels flowing through him is almost dizzying, and they haven't even gotten truly started yet. Eventually, Cloud needs to break off from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes fogged with desire before her name falls off his lips with a soft timbre. ]
Weiss...
[ Eventually his fingers shift beneath her skirt, rubbing against her clothed clit as her panties add more to the tantalizing friction. ]
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Cloud's a terrible liar to begin with, but the truth was in the way that he looked at her. The way that he touched and kissed her tonight. It was something that the blond probably would have never discovered about himself if it wasn't for this planet... He realizes now that it's not just the shift in their nature that these moons instill in those chosen; it amplifies what's already there, buried deep down for so long before being pulled to the surface.
And it all rides off the back of one question- the answer evading him every night he stares up at his ceiling.
Why did Cloud choose to kiss Weiss that night?
It wasn't just for the sake of getting them out of those chains. He wouldn't do this with just anyone. He does want her. He wants to feel her smaller hands along his skin. He wants to keep kissing her, touching her, caressing her and exploring her body. But on a more raw level- here and now? Cloud wanted to hear more of her cute mewls.
And listen to them become debauched cries as he picks up where he left off that night, his hand sliding further until his fingers are caressing at the crotch of her panties. The rhythm of his fingers against her dampening core is much more assertive than last time, stroking her as a deep moan rumbles in the back of his throat with her mouth locked on his. He revels in the way Weiss' fingers comb through his soft yet spiky hair, the other perched on his shoulder to steady herself.
The amount of Chroma that he feels flowing through him is almost dizzying, and they haven't even gotten truly started yet. Eventually, Cloud needs to break off from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes fogged with desire before her name falls off his lips with a soft timbre. ]
Weiss...
[ Eventually his fingers shift beneath her skirt, rubbing against her clothed clit as her panties add more to the tantalizing friction. ]