[The jolt of pleasure as Cid continues to play with his nipple is a little distracting, as he continues to lavish Cid's chest with its own attention. However, the slight wince of pleasure that affects his expression, or the huff of air breathed over the wet spot his tongue just made against Cid's skin is rather telling of his observation.
The throb in his cock tells himself enough about it.
Tilting his head upward, he presses his mouth to Cid's throat, focusing more on the physicality of this than simply words. Lips and teeth press to the soft flesh under his jaw, as he ruts up against him. Meanwhile, a hand slips between his cheeks to glide his finger tips over Cid's entrance, rubbing there with purpose.]
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The throb in his cock tells himself enough about it.
Tilting his head upward, he presses his mouth to Cid's throat, focusing more on the physicality of this than simply words. Lips and teeth press to the soft flesh under his jaw, as he ruts up against him. Meanwhile, a hand slips between his cheeks to glide his finger tips over Cid's entrance, rubbing there with purpose.]