@sanctiichor--
Light is reading his novel in one hand, blue eyes focused on the page and woven words within. His other hand is wrapped around Cloud's waist, gently and absentmindedly stroking along his belly as they settled comfortably on the couch.
It was then that Light casually allowed his hand to crawl up beneath Cloud's shirt, his rough but gentle hands sweetly gliding along the toned plaines of the blonde's abdomen as the white haired man continued to read on. There was no true heated intent behind the sudden move, just simply had the want to feel his partner's skin against his palm. Almost like it was a sort of comfort, reassuring himself that Cloud is here beside him.
“Big multi-tasker, are we?” Cloud’s voice, sportively sarcastic, cuts through the intent with which the Warrior of Light pores through his book. He imagines that it must be some cheesy romance novel, the sort that might line Yuffie’s bottom book shelf where she thinks no one can see them.
Cloud raises both hands over his head into a full-bodied stretch. He can feel the other man’s fingers splay over skin when he does this, lending a pleasant warmth when the muscles over his abdomen are lax once more. As his hands drop back down, one reaches out just far enough to pluck Light’s book out of his hands to witness the words on those pages for himself. He’s not mean, not unnecessarily. Cloud takes a mental note of the page on which the Warrior of Light left off on before flipping through the book with feigned interest. “What’re you always reading about? Where’s the heaving and throbbing?”