[Barnabas patiently waits as Cid adjusts and repositions himself, freeing him of his cock as he does so. As Cid touches him, he does look back at him. His hair is a right mess, between the sweat and state it was in before, and how it's only got messier with how Cid's body had been pressed against him as he orgasmed moments ago. Though he doesn't little to right the wayward locks of hair, his bangs sticking to his face from the sweat.]
It was mostly instinctual.
[He holds no memories of laying with anyone, it just came a little naturally to him. His body seemed more a guide than his mind.]
Perhaps you found it thus because you have naught to compare it to.
[This isn't a self dig, so much as, well, a reasonable possibility.]
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It was mostly instinctual.
[He holds no memories of laying with anyone, it just came a little naturally to him. His body seemed more a guide than his mind.]
Perhaps you found it thus because you have naught to compare it to.
[This isn't a self dig, so much as, well, a reasonable possibility.]