[Cid's hand on his cock inspires a groan against the flesh of his throat, his breath hot on the freshly moistened spot. His hips jerk forward, and his hand presses with more intent against the dip of his hole, rubbing and flirting with the ring of muscle there.]
Do you desire this to be a more clandestine affair? Free of any evidence of pleasure? Foolishness.
[That hand on his neck feels good, but nowhere near as good as the hand on his erection. It throbs with hot arousal and a need which seems to cut through the fog that chokes out his feelings. It's not a deep cut, but it's something. So, once more he rolls his hips forward, thrusting into that hand as he presses his lips to Cid's neck before he claims it wth his teeth once again, as if marking his territory.]
no subject
Do you desire this to be a more clandestine affair? Free of any evidence of pleasure? Foolishness.
[That hand on his neck feels good, but nowhere near as good as the hand on his erection. It throbs with hot arousal and a need which seems to cut through the fog that chokes out his feelings. It's not a deep cut, but it's something. So, once more he rolls his hips forward, thrusting into that hand as he presses his lips to Cid's neck before he claims it wth his teeth once again, as if marking his territory.]