[At Cid's complaint, he relaxes his hold a little. At least enough to let him breathe more comfortably.]
I am unused to this.
[That's about as close to an apology as Cid is going to get. At the comment on his apartment and the Einherjar, Barnabas doesn't comment. He doesn't even react, really. He simply waits for the sign that—
Ah, there it is.
There's the distinct crackle of energy as a small portal opens and out comes the cigars, Barnabas grabbing the package with an eagerness that one might expect from an addict. Which he is, in his own way. Putting one between his lips, he looks to Cidolfus expectantly as he dissolves the rest into his armory again.
Well, don't you worry, there's plenty of time to get used to it.
[Something a little dark crackles with excitement inside of Cid. He loves this look on him, this eagerness. The look of that cigar between his pretty lips. His cock throbs at the sight as he unclasps his arms and holds his hand up in front of the cigar to light it with a flame at his fingertip.]
[Even if there was more to his story, Barnabas would never know by how Cid's face looks as the scent of burning tobacco fills the air between them. Cid breathes deep even as Barnabas only takes his first puff to light the cigar.]
[Oh, he takes more than that starting puff to keep the flame ignited, he drinks deep that smoke so he might be sated and freed of this desire. He cannot deny the crest of satisfaction that breaks over him, cascading through his mind and body like supping life giving water after traversing a horrid desert.
For a moment, he almost forgets Cid's own need, so wrapped up in the indulgent feeling of this. In fact, when he realizes that he's left Cid waiting with only a small taste of smoke to tie him over—he chuckles.
Then, he slowly blows the smoke out over Cid, sensual and measured, his mind much calmer than it was moments ago as he holds the cigar between his fingers.]
I will not get used to this, I will correct it ere long. Yet, for now, for this day... I will suffer it.
[Oh, now that's really nice. He tightens nice and firm on Barnabas at the very sight, the anticipation of it all. It had been a month since a cigar tasted like a cigar. Since then each he smoked had been as unsatisfying as the last. Yes, the nicotine always hit his blood, his mouth filled with smoke, but the experience was just wrong. And more stamps only added more flavors, rather than correct the issue.]
[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
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I am unused to this.
[That's about as close to an apology as Cid is going to get. At the comment on his apartment and the Einherjar, Barnabas doesn't comment. He doesn't even react, really. He simply waits for the sign that—
Ah, there it is.
There's the distinct crackle of energy as a small portal opens and out comes the cigars, Barnabas grabbing the package with an eagerness that one might expect from an addict. Which he is, in his own way. Putting one between his lips, he looks to Cidolfus expectantly as he dissolves the rest into his armory again.
Light him up, bitch.]
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[Something a little dark crackles with excitement inside of Cid. He loves this look on him, this eagerness. The look of that cigar between his pretty lips. His cock throbs at the sight as he unclasps his arms and holds his hand up in front of the cigar to light it with a flame at his fingertip.]
[Even if there was more to his story, Barnabas would never know by how Cid's face looks as the scent of burning tobacco fills the air between them. Cid breathes deep even as Barnabas only takes his first puff to light the cigar.]
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For a moment, he almost forgets Cid's own need, so wrapped up in the indulgent feeling of this. In fact, when he realizes that he's left Cid waiting with only a small taste of smoke to tie him over—he chuckles.
Then, he slowly blows the smoke out over Cid, sensual and measured, his mind much calmer than it was moments ago as he holds the cigar between his fingers.]
I will not get used to this, I will correct it ere long. Yet, for now, for this day... I will suffer it.
[For you, is what's left unsaid.]
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[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
[And he waits with parted lips.]