[This is about the moment that Cid realizes that the way they move in this is utterly, ultimately, of Barnabas' volition. There was strong, and then there was whatever this was. He makes a soft groan as they make contact. As he feels his mouth upon his neck, and he can't help but rut against him a little bit.]
With what's in front of me? You strike a hard bargain.
[He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing that sweaty mop out of his face. He feels the need to maintain some sort of control, or at least the calm facade of it. ]
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With what's in front of me? You strike a hard bargain.
[He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing that sweaty mop out of his face. He feels the need to maintain some sort of control, or at least the calm facade of it. ]