MIA

Zack Fair leaned into the twink, burying his cock root deep into the blonde's sucking, insatiable mouth. They were just outside the church. Her church. He should be focused on her. Her graceful curves, her beautiful pale body ... but this addled twink wouldn't even permit that.

Not that Zack could complain too much. He'd never had a throat so constant in taking his thick fuckpole entirely. Even the Wutaiian women weren't this skilled. And his girlfriend...well, he'd kept her pure.

"Fucking take it, bitch," Zack said, gritting his teeth, his balls grinding against Cloud's chin as he kept his cock deep, feeling Cloud's tongue wagging back and forth, the muscle memory of a broken bitch. He reached back, squeezing the twink's asscheeks experimentally. Fuck that tight little star looked good, Zack thought. If they had to be together much longer, he'd have to test it out himself, he thought. After all, it'd gotten attention from the highest levels of SOLDIER. He shook his head, clearing the errant thought.

"Sit here, bitch," he told Cloud unnecessarily, then paced up and down the threshold of the church.

"Long time no see. How've you been?" he practiced. "Listen ... hey ..." how to even start with the absence, he thought. Nibelheim. All that had happened. He opened the doors to the church ... to find the injured and desperate, the victims. But no ...

"Aerith?"