Sephiroth's large hands trail up the turk's pale skin, tracing every scar, every freckle as he rises his shirt, riding him off it under the moonlight. A spectacle just for the fallen angel.
Watched and wanted ever since a young man, the imposing general had always ignored the desire of others -
Watched and wanted ever since a young man, the imposing general had always ignored the desire of others -
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How fragile his sharp edged turk could be for him.
One hand cups his face -
"Death will not come for you until I wish it. As long as you stay in my arms, you shall live... How many times must I repeat this? Or is it a figurative death? Because what I see is a man who is existing in my absence. Not alive." he warns, kissing at the -
In the quiet of the night, shared breathing and bodies, it almost seems as if Sephiroth is still humane. -