[Clive’s lucky he’s made of stern enough stuff. Bruising would just raise so many questions he’d rather not answer, private as he is.]
Yes— [He lets Clive get away with that bit of back-handedness. Like he couldn’t last otherwise. Cheeky bastard. He’d let him have it in bed for that. Staying his hand in revenge, he unfastens his belt with one hand and lets it drop to the floor. The trousers are loose-fitting enough to start to slip down without it.]
[He takes a handful of Clive’s ass and squeezes it in his palm, getting him mind back into it. Plenty to look forward to here now.]
[Through their time together, Clive has learned about Cid's preference for privacy. There is a part of him, growling and hungry, that wants to mark the other man where the world could see it, but he has long since learned to redirect that hunger.
Clive is more than happy to give Cid's trousers the tug they need to slide down Cid's thighs. The thought of pulling away for a moment to find the oil he knows is in this room tears away when Cid grabs him. Spit it is.
He takes the other man's cock in his spit-slick hand and starts a teasingly slow stroke. The kiss he pulls Cid into matches his hand's pace.
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Yes— [He lets Clive get away with that bit of back-handedness. Like he couldn’t last otherwise. Cheeky bastard. He’d let him have it in bed for that. Staying his hand in revenge, he unfastens his belt with one hand and lets it drop to the floor. The trousers are loose-fitting enough to start to slip down without it.]
[He takes a handful of Clive’s ass and squeezes it in his palm, getting him mind back into it. Plenty to look forward to here now.]
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Clive is more than happy to give Cid's trousers the tug they need to slide down Cid's thighs. The thought of pulling away for a moment to find the oil he knows is in this room tears away when Cid grabs him. Spit it is.
He takes the other man's cock in his spit-slick hand and starts a teasingly slow stroke. The kiss he pulls Cid into matches his hand's pace.
He murmurs against Cid's lips.]
How do you want me?