If anything, Cloud's going to be a flustered mess tomorrow once he realizes just what had happened--what they did. Right now? He's more than happy to melt into the contact, allowing the kiss to become something more as he presses closer to Zack without too much hesitation.

His hands work themselves free from their tightly clenched place in Zack's shirt so he can bring his hands up to cup the other's face, fingers partially tangling in Zack's hair. There's a bit of desperation in Cloud's actions, a need for this. For Zack. For contact that he's denied himself for so long.

Gods was he going to be embarrassed come morning.