[His breath hitches against Cid's nipple as the man rolls Barnabas' own between his fingers. The comment earns Cid an upward glance and a pointed bite against the tender flesh. He pulls on it, then releases, keeping his eyes locked with Cid's.]
Though dry of any yield that would mark me as such.
[Look, Cid brought this up first.
He grinds up against him, the full swell of his erection making itself abudantly known against the crook of Cid's abdominals. He presses Cid closer to him, encouraging his own grinding in kind, before he leans in to press his lips to the flat plane of his chest, his tongue dragging along as he travels to the dip of his sternum.]
no subject
Though dry of any yield that would mark me as such.
[Look, Cid brought this up first.
He grinds up against him, the full swell of his erection making itself abudantly known against the crook of Cid's abdominals. He presses Cid closer to him, encouraging his own grinding in kind, before he leans in to press his lips to the flat plane of his chest, his tongue dragging along as he travels to the dip of his sternum.]