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On Monday evening, Sephiroth is leaving headquarters when his phone buzzes with a text.
Mr. C Strife,
A delivery has been made to your PO box.
Please collect at your next available convenience.
Regards,
Administrator
Sector 7 Post Office
There aren’t any letters to open when Sephiroth stops by to check the box. Only a medium sized parcel with the PO box’s address handwritten on it.
Just fanmail, then. Still no PR yet.
“I’m home,” Sephiroth announces, when he’s closing the front door twenty minutes later. Cloud’s ‘hey’ sounds distracted as it echoes down the corridor from the living room. After hanging his leather coat up, Sephiroth comes through to find Cloud lying lengthways on the couch. His head is propped up on a cushion and he’s poking at the laptop balanced on his stomach.
Ever since Sephiroth insisted on no pajamas before 2200, Cloud’s evening uniform has been the same. Baggy sweatpants and hoodies, turning him from Sephiroth’s stunning sexdoll into a blond marshmallow.
Sephiroth doesn’t understand why Cloud defaults to this sort of shit when he has the body of a supermodel and a wardrobe full of designer clothing. Really, it would be nice if Cloud made more of an effort on his days off. Isn’t like he’s had anything else to do all day.
“Work okay?” Cloud asks, still frowning at whatever he’s reading on the screen.
“The same as usual.” Sephiroth approaches the couch. “You’ve had a delivery.”
“Oh,” Cloud says, glancing up at him with brightened eyes. “Did you open it already?”
Sephiroth tilts the parcel in his hand to illustrate that no, he did not, before placing it on the coffee table. Cloud sets his laptop aside, and the second he gets up Sephiroth tugs Cloud bodily against him. He has to rifle through two layers of fabric before reaching the warm skin underneath.
“Where’s my welcome home kiss?” Sephiroth asks huskily, squeezing Cloud’s miniscule waist. Cloud’s lips quirk into an almost-grin before he lifts on his tiptoes to oblige Sephiroth with a long, lazy kiss.
“Welcome home, babe,” Cloud says, that effortlessly cool voice sending a chill down Sephiroth’s spine.
“Pity I had to ask for one. Thought I had you trained better than that,” Sephiroth tsks. Cloud’s face pinches with sarcasm.
“Haa haa. Can I open my package now? Got a feeling I know what it is.”
Sephiroth sits on the couch, thighs spread. “You’re expecting something?”
“Yup.” Cloud drops onto Sephiroth’s offered lap. He wiggles comfortably as Sephiroth’s hands return to his waist, stroking up and down beneath the hoodie. “Subscriber gift. Said they posted it last week.”
“I hope it isn’t another used vibrator,” Sephiroth mutters, watching Cloud tear into the box.
“Nah, should be a costume.”
Of course. Cloud’s primary selling points are his doll-like face and body, which he’s marketing by specialising in costume play. It’s proven to be quite a successful niche, though Sephiroth’s goal is to move Cloud into BDSM style scenes once he’s gained more traction. Cloud’s sullen demeanour is perfect for being punished, and Sephiroth is looking forward to participating in his streams as Cloud’s only dom.
He’s even offered to appear in these insipid cosplay shows under the pretence of providing a viewership boost. Sadly, Cloud has insisted on doing things independently for the time being. Sephiroth is well versed in playing the long game, though. He can wait.
Sephiroth rests his chin on Cloud’s shoulder, anticipating a cheerleading uniform or schoolgirl outfit as Cloud unpacks the box. He pulls out a clear plastic bag containing black and white material. Sephiroth spots a headband with a pair of animal-shaped ears attached to it.
“What is it?” he asks, as Cloud lays the garments over his thighs.
“A sexy cow costume.”
Sephiroth purses his lips. A what?
Then he remembers the fanart Cloud received last week, and suddenly it isn’t quite so bizarre. A subscriber who was inspired by Cloud drinking a glass of milk during one of his streams decided to draw him with ears, horns, and a cowbell around his neck. His stream’s chat had immediately dubbed this fanart ‘Clowd’. The image made decent numbers when Cloud posted it on his socials, too. Over seven hundred likes.
“Was this sent by the same person who drew that picture of you as a cow?”
“Nope, this is from somebody else. Tonbooty eighty-seven.” Cloud picks out a long tail with a fluffy black tuft at the end. “A lotta people seemed interested when I mentioned a cow themed stream, so. It might be pretty fun to try one.”
“I see,” Sephiroth says, even though he doesn’t, at all. The imagery conjured by cows is—unsavoury, to say the least. Even the fanart of Clowd was one of those misshapen chibi things that Sephiroth would expect to see in a child’s sketchbook, not incorporated into an adult sex worker’s social media. Cute, but mostly weird, and definitely not sexy.
“Y’know, I even thought of buying one of those automatic pump things.”
“A pump?”
“Yeah, a dick pump,” Cloud says blandly. “So I can be ‘milked’ like an actual cow.”
Sephiroth is both surprised and concerned by the hot pulse this sends to his cock.
“They do tit pumps as well but that’d just be for show, and kind of a waste,” Cloud says, with a short laugh. “Isn’t like I’d be able to use them.”
“Men can lactate too, actually,” Sephiroth says, wondering why his cock is pulsing again at the thought of Cloud having pumps fixed to his pecs. Cloud offers a disinterested hum.
“I had a look at some of the pumps anyway and they’re like, forty thousand gil. Not really worth it for a one off.”
“Could be an investment if you use it more than once,” Sephiroth says. Cloud’s eyebrows wrinkle.
“It’s even more expensive than the automatic fucking machine was, Seph.”
“Yes, but this is what your money is for now. To build your brand.” Cloud isn’t paying any rent after all, and as his accountant, Sephiroth knows Cloud can more than afford it with what’s in his savings. “The cow theme must be popular if you’ve had two subscribers sending you content related to it.”
Cloud shrugs. “Good point. I figured it was more of a chick thing, honestly.”
“You attract a varied crowd. Plus,” Sephiroth’s hand drops between Cloud’s legs, “if you want a cheaper alternative, I could always milk you live on stream myself.”
“Nice try,” Cloud says wryly, squirming as Sephiroth gropes at his cock through the sweatpants. “I’ll just do my usual thing, I think. Jerk off, get my ass fucked. Talk some shit about milk and cream or something.”
“Right. The milk and cream representing—”
“Cum, yeah. As if I don't get enough of that dating you. But, whatever, that’s what these horny assholes seem to like about this cow stuff.”
Intriguing. Sephiroth hadn’t considered that. He’s also half-hard just from the idea of milking Cloud, so perhaps this whole cow thing isn’t as ridiculous as it sounds. Sephiroth suspects the costume will be stupid enough to put him off, though.
“When are you thinking of doing this… themed stream?” he asks.
“The weekend, probably. Make it my big Saturday event.”
“And you’re not embarrassed by any of this?”
“I mean it’s a little humiliating, sure, but isn’t all of it?” Cloud fingers through the costume pieces. “Besides, if it sells, it sells. I can’t be choosy when I’m trying to hit triple digits. If I get a lot of views then I’ll consider buying a pump and making it more of a thing.”
“You’ve clearly given it a lot of thought.” Sephiroth noses at Cloud’s hair, and then asks, “Are you going to try it on for me?”
“What, now?”
“Why not? I’d like to understand the appeal.”
Cloud wilts. “But I’m comfy like this. Can’t I try it on after dinner or something?”
“No, I want to see it on you now. You haven’t exactly been working today, have you?”
“Hey, I have too,” Cloud scowls. “Yoga this morning and I’ve been making a bunch of tweaks to the website.”
“Wasn’t your facial today?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Hm. Well, it’ll fit you best on an empty stomach.” Sephiroth bounces Cloud on his knee to spur him into getting up. Cloud grumbles, gathering the costume pieces together.
“Fine, alright. Gimme a couple of minutes.”
Sephiroth grins behind Cloud’s back, watching him drag his feet out of the living room towards their bedroom. After pouring a whiskey, Sephiroth settles back on the couch with the crystal tumbler in hand, and pulls Cloud’s laptop over.
His website is SilverLining.com. Sephiroth’s idea, obviously. Back when Cloud was setting it all up, Sephiroth also helped by shelling out an absurd sum of money to purchase some @Cloud handles across various social media sites. As Cloud’s clever mother had the foresight to gift him with a pornstar name, the fastest way to grow his following will be for Cloud to be known mononymously.
Looks like Cloud’s been cleaning up the website’s layout, which is now minimalist and sophisticated. There’s a photo gallery, a shop to purchase his uncensored nudes, and embedded links to the third party streaming sites that have become Cloud’s main sources of income. Some game streaming, but mostly adult cam shows.
Clicking back takes Sephiroth to the website’s splash page. Welcome to Cloud Nine is the flavour text, and it features an embossed, angelic photo of Cloud dressed up in a white babydoll, complete with fluffy wings and a plastic halo. All sultry indolence as he looks over his shoulder, hips jutted out.
His ass looks fucking impeccable. Round, smooth. Didn’t even need any editing. Sephiroth’s seen it a thousand times already, and it still has him rubbing his cock through his leathers now.
“This is… skimpier than I thought,” Cloud says, a timid laugh coming from the corridor. He’s hiding around the corner of it, pressed to the wall. Sephiroth pushes the laptop aside and sits forward.
“Show me.”
Cloud hesitates. It is bewildering how he remains this shy—how he’ll spread his ass for a bunch of strangers without batting an eye, yet a year into their relationship and Cloud still prefers being fucked with the lights out. Sephiroth likes it though, the insecurity that keeps Cloud reliant on his reassurance and praise.
“Come out, Cloud.”
Cloud unpeels himself from the wall. When he steps through, Sephiroth’s eyes widen.
Little horns and long ears are poking out from Cloud’s blond hair. He’s in a stringy bikini top consisting of two triangular cuts of fabric. Probably designed to be filled out by a huge pair of tits, Cloud has tied the bikini taut enough to make the fabric strain over his small pecs.
The collar-bowtie-combo he’s wearing is reminiscent of a bunny suit, as are the fuzzy cuffs on both of his wrists. It is unreasonably disappointing that there isn’t a bell around Cloud’s neck instead.
He steps closer, and Sephiroth’s eyes flick down to Cloud’s cock bobbing where it’s held in another triangle of fabric. A thong, with ribbon ties on either side of Cloud’s hips. Cloud is slim and toned, but the long stockings he’s wearing cut into the meat of his thighs. Makes them look thick and juicy spilling over the top like that.
Every scrap of fabric is white with asymmetrical black spots. Cow print.
This costume isn’t what Sephiroth expected at all.
“Let me see the back.”
Cloud turns around. His ass cheeks are separated by the thin strip of material comprising the thong. Curling a finger around it would easily expose his sweet pink hole, and his balls are contained in this nice bulge of cow print between his legs. The tail is attached to the thong by velcro. Shame it isn’t a plug, but the way it swings when Cloud shifts his weight has Sephiroth’s fingers digging into his knee.
Cloud’s audience likes him in costumes that are feminising and infantile. Admittedly, so does Sephiroth. It’s why all of Cloud’s streams use the femboy tag, even though he’s gained more muscle definition of late. But there is something intensely objectifying about seeing him dressed in this skimpy cow getup. Clearly designed for a woman’s body, it suits Cloud’s slender frame perfectly, and leaves so much creamy skin on display.
Turning to face Sephiroth again, Cloud’s hands are in fists and he’s grinding his knuckles together, apprehensive about Sephiroth’s judgement. Shoulders tense and stiff. Sephiroth rubs a hand over his jaw, eyes raking over Cloud’s body.
It is the loosest and most sexualised interpretation of a cow Sephiroth has ever seen. He should be laughing at it. The mere concept is nonsensical—a sexy cow, for fuck’s sake.
But it is. It is sexy.
More than that, it’s making Sephiroth hard. His cock is actually strained against his pants, because Cloud is looking both demure and slutty right now, some guileless little thing just waiting to be fucked.
Sephiroth gestures for Cloud to come closer, until he’s standing between Sephiroth’s spread legs. He rubs over Cloud’s hips, thumbing the ribbon keeping his thong up.
“What do you think?” Cloud asks, sounding as unsure as he looks.
“It’s different to what I expected.” Sephiroth pulls Cloud down into his lap again and reverently strokes the smooth legs all wrapped up in cow print stockings. “How do you feel in it?”
Cloud curls into him, nuzzling Sephiroth’s clavicle as though he’s trying to hide. “Uh. Exposed, mostly. It’s like a bathing suit more than a costume.”
“Do you like that?”
“I… dunno?” Cloud fidgets. “It’s the most revealing thing I’ve worn. The print’s sorta—cute, I guess.”
Sephiroth wets his lips. “Moo for me.”
“The fuck?” Cloud cringes away from him. “No way.”
“I wasn’t asking,” Sephiroth says silkily.
“Ugh, fine. Moo,” Cloud deadpans, looking so unimpressed it makes Sephiroth laugh. When he goes to touch Cloud’s left nipple through the bikini Cloud bats his hand away. “Don’t, Seph.”
“What?” Sephiroth’s hand slides down to tease Cloud’s soft cock through his underwear. “I only want to touch.”
“Hey, hands off,” Cloud says, smiling tightly as he grabs Sephiroth’s wrist to stop him. “I don’t want you to ruin this one.”
“This one?”
“Uh, yeah? You tore my sailor suit.”
Before he’d gotten to wear it on stream, in fact. Sephiroth likes sampling Cloud’s costumes, and he’d looked particularly fuckable in that one.
“A rape fantasy isn’t terribly believable without torn clothing, Cloud.”
Cloud rolls his eyes. “Right, sorry. Forgot that you needed authenticity when you were in the middle of nailing a dude dressed up as a magical girl.”
Sephiroth smirks. Always a pleasant surprise when Cloud sasses him. “You played the part very well.”
“Uh huh, you said. Anyways,” Cloud swings off his lap, “this one feels pretty flimsy, so I don’t wanna risk running it through the wash and having it fall apart mid-stream.”
“Fair enough.” There isn’t enough material to make tearing it satisfying anyway. Cloud glances down, adjusting the costume here and there. Checking himself out.
“So… you like it?” Cloud asks hopefully. Sephiroth takes another sip of whiskey before setting the glass aside.
“I do. It’s probably the best one yet.”
Cloud sets his hands on his hips, laughing. “Seriously? What, you got a thing for cows now?”
“I’ve got a thing for you.” Reclining into the couch, Sephiroth holds Cloud’s eyes while he unbuckles the two belts on his leather pants. Pulls the zip down, and eases his hard cock out. The air feels cool when it hits Sephiroth’s hot, precum-coated skin. “Just look at how hard you’ve gotten me.”
“Damn,” Cloud says, smiling nervously. Not sassy anymore. “Good to know for when the stream is done.”
“Wouldn’t you like to take care of it now?”
“Oh. Um. I dunno, babe, I really don’t wanna make this one dirty.”
“Then take the main pieces off and leave the accessories on for me.”
Cloud scratches his neck. “Shouldn’t I make a start on dinner?”
Sephiroth gestures at his cock. “That’s precisely what I’m asking you to do.”
Cloud chews his lip. He’s hedging because he’s never really enjoyed giving head, probably down to Sephiroth’s cock being too big for his small mouth.
Sephiroth makes the decision for him by yanking one of the ribbons on his hip. Cloud yelps in protest as he rushes to grab the thong now falling away from him, but Sephiroth plucks the ribbon on the other side of Cloud’s hip, and tugs it off him entirely.
“There you go,” Sephiroth says. Affronted, Cloud starts to object when his stomach rumbles loudly. He blushes. “Sounds like you’re hungry. Why don’t you let me feed you?”
“Alright,” Cloud sighs. “But please don’t get any on the headband, okay?”
“I’m planning on feeding you, not decorating you. Your costume will remain clean.”
His movements slow and heavy with reluctance, Cloud eases the stockings off, unties the bikini, and drops to his knees in front of Sephiroth’s cock, wearing the face of a teenager who’s been asked to clean their bedroom. Unfortunately for Cloud, his pout only makes Sephiroth want to rub his cock on those downturned lips even more.
Cloud grips the base of Sephiroth’s cock to draw the head into his mouth, and Sephiroth groans as his fat cockhead gets swallowed up. Not that he’s had a taxing day, but there’s nothing quite like unwinding in the wet heat of Cloud’s mouth at the end of it. Those lips were made to wrap around Sephiroth’s cock, full and flushed while Cloud’s cheeks hollow.
Doe eyes and dark eyelashes gaze up at Sephiroth as Cloud obediently suckles and strokes his cock. Over a year of regularly dispensing cum in this lovely mouth and the results are shining through, in the turquoise flecks dotted in Cloud’s blue eyes like stars. The pink of his cow ears perfectly complements the blush on Cloud’s beautiful face.
Difficult to place the exact appeal of seeing Cloud in those silly ears. Perhaps because it’s so degrading... like Cloud is a helpless, needy animal, having to be hand-fed Sephiroth’s cock. It has Sephiroth rolling his hips to get another inch into Cloud’s mouth, even as Cloud grk!s from the added length.
Occasionally sipping his whiskey, Sephiroth keeps his other hand curled around the back of Cloud’s head while Cloud works his cock. No need to push him, because he’s doing an excellent job, expertly stroking the length he can’t fit in his mouth. Lacking some enthusiasm, but performing without complaint.
Cloud has forgotten his reluctance by the time Sephiroth’s balls are tightening anyway, bobbing his head and sucking hard like he’s desperate to be fed. Sephiroth grips the base of Cloud’s skull when he comes, stuffing Cloud’s mouth and guiding his cockhead to Cloud’s throat. There’s a decent load, Sephiroth’s cock throbbing on the flat of Cloud’s tongue as each pulse of cum flows through him.
A couple of tears gather at the corner of Cloud’s eyes, but that’s normal. He’s so well practised Cloud swallows it all without pause. Cleans Sephiroth’s spent cock with the same soft diligence as always, lapping away all the residual dribbles of cum. Cloud’s head is ducked as he wipes a hand over his mouth afterwards. Furtive and delicate, like a defiled cherub.
Those ears really do add a whole new layer of innocence. Tempting to go for round two straight away. Sephiroth doesn’t, however, tucking his half-hard cock back into his pants instead. Save that for later on.
“Very good,” Sephiroth says, stroking Cloud’s cheek with his thumb. Cloud doesn’t enjoy the taste of cum—Sephiroth can’t blame him, knowing it’s tinged with mako—so he presses his glass to Cloud’s lips. “Wash it down now.”
“Thanks,” Cloud croaks, once he’s grimaced through a gulp of whiskey. He pushes onto his feet and dusts off his knees. “You mind if I get changed before I make a start on dinner?”
Sephiroth tilts his head in consideration. “No, but you should wear that short kimono I bought you last month.” It cost Sephiroth over three hundred thousand gil.
Cloud visibly deflates. “I just wanna be comfortable, Seph.”
“But it looks so good on you, baby. I like seeing you wearing it.”
Pet names always do the trick. Cloud smiles properly for the first time all evening, a small but genuine line that’s both flattered and embarrassed. “Sure thing,” he says, and gathers up the costume before disappearing to get changed.
Cloud cooks almost every day. While he’s busy in the kitchen, Sephiroth has mimicked Cloud’s lengthways position on the couch, laptop on his stomach while he pokes through Cloud’s DMs. Sephiroth has all of Cloud’s accounts on his phone and checks them throughout the day, but it gets tiresome flicking between so many chat windows and emails on a small screen.
Nothing concerning today, outside of a few more people than usual asking Cloud if he’s single. No, being Cloud’s correct and immediate answer going by the timestamps. I’m dating a SOLDIER. But you should come watch me stream anyway, so we can pretend that you’re fucking me instead.
Sephiroth closes the laptop when he’s called from the kitchen. The short robe Cloud’s changed into shapes him into a sexy young housewife while he stands at the stove dishing out their meal. Sephiroth comes up behind him to squeeze his ass through the silky fabric, Cloud batting him back with an exasperated smile. Dinner is lean meat and steamed vegetables, with Sephiroth served a much bigger portion. Cloud knows he needs to watch what he eats in order to maintain a stream-ready figure.
It’s been over a year since Cloud moved in, and he’s become much chattier over dinner, probably because he isn’t exhausted pulling those awful shifts waiting tables and cleaning bathrooms at the Honeybee anymore. Cloud is telling Sephiroth about some meme a friend sent him that’s supposedly doing the rounds and made her, like, piss laughing. Sephiroth’s mind is elsewhere—namely the cow costume, and how badly Cloud needs to be pinned down and fucked in it.
That costume. There’s something incredibly lewd about it that goes beyond aesthetic. Sephiroth’s cock twinges just thinking about it—Cloud, tied to the rails of their bed as if he were shackled in a barn. Braindead and dependent, his only purpose in life to be fed, bred, and milked.
Sephiroth’s exhaled laugh coincides with whatever Cloud is saying. Somehow, it isn’t so distant from reality.
“By the way, Tifa’s also letting me do a shoot in Seventh Heaven on Wednesday,” Cloud says, when Sephiroth looks up from his plate. “You okay with that?”
Sephiroth pauses mid-chew. Swallows, then says, “How long will you be out for?”
“Shouldn’t be more than a few hours. And I’ll come back in time to make dinner.”
“Is this for the SOLDIER shoot? Using the First uniform I brought home for you?”
“Yeah, I wanna do something grungy for a change so the bar will be great for that. S’kinda boring that everything I do is squeaky clean.”
Sephiroth hums, rolling a broccoli stem over with his fork. Cloud puts his own cutlery down and gives Sephiroth hopeful eyes.
No probably isn’t a justifiable response. Much as he hates that dull woman and her gross tits, Sephiroth knows that Cloud, for whatever reason, finds value in Tifa’s company. She isn’t a threat, and it’s also healthier if he lets Cloud maintain some of his friendships, probably. At least he isn’t seeing Zack anymore.
“Then that’s fine,” Sephiroth says. “You’ll have to model it for me after your shoot. I want to see what you’d look like as a First.”
“Hah. Me, too,” Cloud says, and while he doesn’t miss the flicker of sadness on Cloud’s face as they resume eating, Sephiroth doesn’t comment on it either.
The rest of dinner passes without much commentary, although when Cloud goes to take his plate once they’re done, Sephiroth grabs his hand.
“Your facial is tomorrow afternoon, correct?”
“Yeah, two-thirty. Gym in the morning, facial after lunch, then a couple one-to-one cam sessions in the evening. That’s my day.”
Sephiroth studies Cloud’s hand for a moment. Looks small held in Sephiroth’s like this. When he gently raises Cloud’s ring finger, Cloud’s eyes widen.
“If you have some free time at lunch, I’d like to meet you downtown at the jewellers we visited the other week.”
“You, um.” Cloud’s voice has gone quiet and soft. “Really?”
“Mm. I have a few rings in mind that I’d like you to try on.”
Cloud breathes out a laugh. Sephiroth suppresses a grin at the blush suddenly tinting Cloud’s face, the sweet smile playing on his lips.
“Then—yeah, sure, I can meet you there,” Cloud says. Thrilled.
“Good.” Sephiroth kisses Cloud’s knuckles before getting up. “Thank you for dinner.”
“No problem. You think we can look at some of the website stuff together once you’re done with your workout, maybe?”
Sephiroth brushes his thumb under Cloud’s chin. “Of course, baby.”
Cloud is beaming when he’s slotting plates in the dishwasher, and Sephiroth allows the grin to cut across his face as he leaves the kitchen.
He’s already bought the engagement ring he’s going to give Cloud at some nebulous point in the future, but it’s an ace he’s hiding away until absolutely necessary. Really doesn’t take much at all to keep Cloud so loving and loyal. These small insurances every now and again are more than enough.
In the home gym, Sephiroth is fifty reps into his pull-ups when he has to drop from the bar and snatch his phone off the mat.
He has not stopped thinking about that fucking costume all evening. About Cloud’s cock and pecs hooked up to some pumps. Spent almost an hour working out, and only now is Sephiroth feeling the hot pinpricks of sweat, imagining the cries Cloud would make from having his body milked dry. Better yet if he was being milked by Sephiroth’s own hands.
If it’s potent enough to have Sephiroth like this then there’s a possibility this cow costume could be Cloud’s breakthrough stream. ‘Clowd’ is marketable as-is, and it would probably earn Sephiroth a lot of points with Cloud if he was supportive.
Aside from that, Sephiroth desperately wants to fuck him in it. On stream. Let everyone watch sweet, slutty, helpless little Clowd get milked by his First Class handler.
Later that night, Sephiroth is in bed hitting Checkout on his phone when Cloud pads in, wearing a long t-shirt with his hair all fluffy from showering. He climbs onto their bed and flops by Sephiroth’s side, as if he’s somehow exhausted from a long, hard day of doing absolutely nothing. Still, Sephiroth slings an arm around his shoulder, and allows him to cuddle in. Cloud smells good enough to eat when he’s fresh out of the shower like this.
“I’ve given your stream some thought,” Sephiroth says.
“Oh yeah?” Cloud says, peering up at him cautiously.
“It has the potential to do extremely well. You’re hitting a lot of kinks, and for a niche it seems very popular. So I think we should make it as authentic as possible. Go all out.”
Cloud sits up. “Authentic? Like—how?”
“I’ll buy some more accessories for you, like a cowbell, and a tag, and a gold ring.” Sephiroth already has—is paying for them right now.
“You mean like a nose ring?”
“No more piercings,” Sephiroth says curtly. “This one will go in your ear. And we’ll put some props in the streaming room. Hay bales, a green rug. Milk bottles. I’ll look at milking machines as well.”
“Holy shit. I don’t mind buying all of that stuff if you really think it’s worth it,” Cloud says, sort of laughing, like he can’t believe Sephiroth is this invested.
“No, no. My treat.” Sephiroth strokes his knuckles along Cloud’s jaw. He looks beyond touched, and Sephiroth can admit that it’s nice to see him this happy, the smile on Cloud’s face making his blue eyes sparkle. “I want you to do well, Cloud. So we’ll ensure that you will.”
Cloud surges up to kiss him: thank you. Sephiroth drops his phone and deepens it, tasting cool mint on Cloud’s tongue. They stay like this for a bit, kissing and touching on the bed. Sensual as new lovers discovering one another.
Then Sephiroth rolls them over, until he’s got Cloud on his back and blond hair tousled on the pillow. Slim arms curl around Sephiroth’s neck when he slides close, cock already hard and heavy on Cloud’s stomach. Cloud’s is tenting his t-shirt, and Sephiroth reaches between those slender thighs to feel out the plug seated between his cheeks. Cloud puts one in after he showers, so that he’s always clean, lubed, and spread.
“Babe,” Cloud whispers, tensing when Sephiroth goes to take it out. “The lights.”
Self-conscious as ever. Sephiroth reaches up to flick the bed’s spotlights off. Now that he’s cloaked in darkness Cloud’s kisses turn sloppy and he starts making needy sounds into Sephiroth’s mouth.
Sephiroth teases the plug out of him, and dips two fingers into Cloud’s soft, slightly opened hole. So wet they just glide right in. Cloud feels like silk inside, and writhes underneath Sephiroth like stirred satin while Sephiroth plays with him. Scissoring, plunging in and out.
Sephiroth can’t wait to penetrate him, so he doesn’t. Guides Cloud’s legs around his waist before brushing his cock over Cloud’s slickened entrance, coating it in lube. Cloud’s breath catches.
“Wait, I, I think I need a little more—”
Sephiroth feeds his cock in. Nice and slow and to the root. Cloud whimpers, but the pace means Cloud’s insides spread easily for him, smooth as butter.
This first penetration is Sephiroth’s favourite. Cloud’s rim spread around him, the hot flesh inside wrapped around Sephiroth’s cock like velvet. Cloud’s ass is small, so Sephiroth can get his cock really deep inside him. Could’ve probably done with more lube, but the friction of only using what Cloud prepped himself with is simply too good.
Sephiroth pulls out until only the head is snug in Cloud’s rim, then pushes the length of his cock in again. Really slow this time. Savouring. His whole body aches with the need to fuck into him and Cloud is trembling where he’s braced for Sephiroth to do just that. His fingernails are sinking crescents into Sephiroth’s shoulder blades.
Even in the dark, arching his back and whimpering like that when Sephiroth slides in and out again, Cloud is so beautiful that he turns penetration into an artform.
Sephiroth likes doing this several times before properly fucking him. He tells Cloud it’s to prevent tearing because his cock is so big, but that’s a lie. It’s a ritual at this point—Sephiroth dipping his long, thick cock into Cloud’s ass. All the way in. All the way out. Grunts each time his hips meet Cloud’s body when he’s nestled right in, balls deep.
An indulgent massage more than intercourse. The sound of it sliding in and out is soft and wet, like Sephiroth is dunking his cock into a creamy dessert. Cloud is sweating by the time Sephiroth is satisfied, and ready to be fucked.
“M’not a cocksleeve, babe,” Cloud huffs, after ten of these agonisingly slow penetrations. He chokes when Sephiroth answers by snapping his hips to start fucking him like one anyway.
The Cloud people see on camera is icy and moody. His viewers love his attitude, the apathetic act he puts on like he’s completely disinterested in being watched. Once he’s got a dildo in his ass Cloud becomes loud as a whore. He performs, groaning and whining like marbled silicone getting pummeled into him by a machine is the greatest lay of his life.
The Cloud beneath Sephiroth in bed right now—the Cloud Sephiroth fucks into this bed on most nights—is reserved, vulnerable, and quiet. So, so quiet. All hitched breaths and soft grunts, Sephiroth can never tell if it’s because Cloud is overwhelmed by the sheer power with which he’s fucked, or if it’s because Cloud is secretly embarrassed by the sound of his own voice.
Not that it matters, of course. Sephiroth fucks him either way.
“Babe,” Cloud gasps, “you’re—s’too fast, could you—ah—maybe just—”
Sephiroth speeds up, until his balls are hitting Cloud’s ass with obscene slaps and small heels are jammed in his lower back. Cloud clings onto him, keening so high his voice cracks, and Sephiroth groans through the heady rush he gets from hearing it. Cloud already sounds broken, and Sephiroth’s barely even started on him.
He fucks Cloud like this most of the time, actually. On his back, pinned to the bed. Unrelenting and vicious. Cloud tries to prep himself as best he can for it, with the shower and the lube and the plug, but it’s never quite enough. Timorous moans come in bursts between Cloud’s pleas for Sephiroth to slow down. If Cloud hasn’t cried by the time he’s done, Sephiroth considers it a poor performance.
When Sephiroth fucks an orgasm out of Cloud tonight it’s awkward for him. He comes with a pitiful whine where he’s compressed by Sephiroth’s overbearing body and struggling to breathe, a splash of warm wet cum webbing between them. Cloud’s ass is clenching Sephiroth’s cock like it’s praying to be filled, so Sephiroth grinds his hips against Cloud, and lets out an indulgent moan as he allows himself to come too.
Lava pours over Sephiroth’s body, and is piped through his cock. Lining Cloud’s inner walls with their first layer of cum for the evening. When Cloud whimpers at him for a kiss he needs a moment of pause anyway, so Sephiroth drops to press one into him. It’s so forceful that Cloud mph!s as his mouth is assaulted by Sephiroth’s tongue.
Then Sephiroth recovers, and continues, only now he’s targeting each thrust to pound Cloud’s prostate. Cloud’s breath stutters, and his eyes are squeezed shut like the pleasure is so intense it might be painful.
Sephiroth hitches one of Cloud’s legs higher up, and fucks him even harder, to make sure that it is.
“Seph, Seph please just—slow down—”
Can hardly get the words out. Mostly just gasps into Sephiroth’s shoulder. Like usual, Sephiroth pretends he can’t hear. Needs to prime Cloud for this sort of treatment anyway, because when they stream together Sephiroth wants his scenes with Cloud to be brutal. Sephiroth’s reputation will command it, and nothing makes him cum harder than when Cloud is crying and humiliated.
“Too rough—fuck, god—Sephiroth—please—”
“You can take it, baby. You always do.”
Cloud does. Eventually his pleas for Sephiroth to slow down die off into thin grunts and groans, especially once Sephiroth’s put a couple more loads into him.
After clinging onto him so hard, Cloud loses the strength to keep his legs crossed around Sephiroth’s waist. Sephiroth can feel them flopping by his sides in time with his thrusts. Tensing intermittently, like an animal that’s being shocked into obedience, because Sephiroth knows which angles get Cloud’s thighs briefly squeezing his hips. A reflexive movement from being fucked just right.
No control over his body anymore, although it isn’t like he had any to begin with. Should’ve told Cloud to put the costume back on, because he’s as good as livestock right now. Captive and weak and at Sephiroth’s mercy.
Once he’s in the groove Sephiroth finds it easy to cum again and again. The bedding is damp under Cloud’s ass where Sephiroth has fucked so much cum in and out of it. Cloud is usually pretty out of it after the third load. Five have him catatonic. Sephiroth hasn’t decided if he’ll go that far tonight, but it’s tempting, with Cloud’s head lolling like that and tears streaming down his face. Hoarse moans getting punched out of him, then a sob when Sephiroth cums, again.
Sephiroth’s semen provides Cloud the only mako he’s ever been exposed to, after failing to make it into SOLDIER. His monthly facial treatments and expensive moisturisers are supplementary: these regular doses from Sephiroth’s cock will keep Cloud looking young and hot for decades.
They’re all big loads, too. Sephiroth’s soft cock is sopping wet with cum when he finally pulls out. A stream of it oozes from Cloud’s fucked out hole and onto the bedding. Cloud passed out a little while ago, t-shirt sticking to him all over where he’s drenched with sweat. More wrecked than if he’d spent the whole night streaming.
Nobody else gets to see Cloud like this. Nobody else gets to fuck Cloud full of real cum. His subscribers can look, but they’ll never touch, and Sephiroth loves that he’s the only person who gets to bed this gorgeous creature. Wishes he could show the whole world, too. Let them see that Sephiroth is the proud owner of Gaia’s most beautiful fucktoy.
Sephiroth rolls Cloud onto his side. He doesn’t react at all when Sephiroth slides the plug back into him. Takes a couple of tries because Cloud’s gaped hole is slippery, but then the plug slots in, and stays. Keeping all that cum warm inside him helps the mako absorb better, but more importantly, Sephiroth doesn’t want to sleep in the mess that would leak out of Cloud during the night. He’ll let Cloud sleep in the patch that’s already there.
Sephiroth spoons Cloud and brushes a hand over his chest. Cloud’s nipples are peaked through the t-shirt, and Sephiroth trails reverent fingers over them.
What a shame that Cloud can’t lactate. It would add the most incredible authenticity to his stream if he could. How would those sad virgins in Cloud’s chat react if he was capable of producing milk? Obviously Sephiroth would have to sample it too...
He rolls away from Cloud and pats through the bedding for his phone. Unfortunately, searching for male lactation tells Sephiroth the conditions to induce it are too extreme, as he suspected. Especially if Cloud is planning on doing this stream at the weekend.
But Sephiroth can’t shake this image of Cloud’s boy tits engorged with milk, nipples peaked and primed to be squeezed. Cloud really hates having them touched because they’re so sensitive, but of course that only makes the idea of teasing milk out of them all the more alluring.
Sephiroth knows it’s possible. Remembers Hojo’s experiments on the Behemoths, that failed breeding program which sent him down such an enlightening internet search all those years ago. But outside of beasts, even unenhanced bodies are capable of extraordinary things, given the right cultivation.
Scrolling through his contacts, Sephiroth’s thumb stops at H.
For a second, when he considers the potential repercussions of what he’s about to do, he hesitates.
Cloud stirs in his sleep with a sweet moan. The sound of it has Sephiroth tapping out the text and hitting send regardless.
I have a request.
Despite it being gone 1am, a meeting invitation for an hour in R&D tomorrow morning pops up before he can blink.
Sephiroth turns to spoon Cloud again, and buries his smile into Cloud’s hair.