[Cloud stops at the sound and the feel of Zack's hand on his back, taking a moment to catch his breath again and screws his eyes shut. He hides his face against Zack's neck; his cheeks are burning.
"Maybe we should stop," is on the tip of his tongue, but he really, really doesn't want to say it.]
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"Maybe we should stop," is on the tip of his tongue, but he really, really doesn't want to say it.]