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Cid is trying his damned best to respect Clive’s wishes to take things slow, but that lad is a bloody minx and doesn’t even realize it. They’ve made out plenty at this point, and they’ve pleasured one another with their mouths, and while cunnilingus is one of Cid’s favorite pastimes there's only so much pussy he can eat as an appetizer before he craves the full meal.
He suggested their current predicament as something that would help stave his hunger but it’s just making him crave Clive more and more.
Especially when Clive moans Cid’s name so beautifully as his cock slides over wet folds, head bumping over Clive’s growth with each thrust in his mimicked fuck. Greagor help him, he has to hold back for Clive’s sake. It's what the lad wants and he won't cross that line, but he can at least fantasize about it, how if Clive’s cunt feels half as good on the inside as it does the outside then Cid can die a happy man.
The tip of his cock catches on Clive’s entrance once more and Cid has to slow down as he groans, nuzzling into Clive’s neck and sucking a fierce bruise into the man's neck. He decides it's best to keep the pace slow, let it build and build until they both tumble over that blissful edge eventually.
Clive comes before Cid, the repeated pressure of cock sliding against growth finally becoming all too much yet just enough for the younger man as he clings to Cid and gasps his name between kisses.
Cid only allows himself a few more ruts against the outside of Clive’s cunt before he has to stop himself and readjust, now laying next to Clive so he can reach down and finish himself with his hand. It's fast and not nearly as dirty as he'd like but he can hold off for Clive.
He'll come over his knuckles as many times as he needs to to ensure Clive doesn't move forward until he's comfortable. Plus the wait just means the eventual reward of finally, finally getting to push his cock into Clive’s tight cunt will be all the more blissful, he'll treasure every single second and never let Clive leave his bed without a load plugged up with one of his toys between his legs every morning once he's given that chance.
He comes with a low groan, his spend shooting up his stomach and even into his chest hair. Seems he got a little caught up in the fantasy, but Clive is still next to him, watching him like a beast starved looking at the most delicious rabbit he's ever seen.
Cid's sure he won't have to wait much longer if that look in Clive's eye is anything to go by. He leans in for a brief kiss before sliding off the bed to get a rag and get them both cleaned up before tucking them into bed.
He dozes off thinking of hot tight heat and wet folds.