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loligiary2022-08-06 03:27 pm
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FFXIV Misc. Posts
For Eithyrs related threading.
Nero chuckled low in his throat, dipping into that lower register his nasal tenor usually didn't reach. "Good choice, Garlond."
He abuses his power, and rolls the R in Cid's name.
He abuses his power, and rolls the R in Cid's name.
Cid's mouth is on him in moments, taking him as deep as he can in the first go and then pulling out to get the angle to go even deeper. He doesn't have words to voice what he wants--what he want is Nero's confidence, his attention. And some hair pulling.
"You did promise we'd fuck again," Estinien notes, though he seems to be in no hurry for it. His head lolls back happily. "And it'll be easy enough to clean up, here."
He'd be content to stay here until the water cools too, really. Feeling held in these powerful arms, rubbed down, nurtured - post-orgasm it's hard to ward such thoughts away.
He'd be content to stay here until the water cools too, really. Feeling held in these powerful arms, rubbed down, nurtured - post-orgasm it's hard to ward such thoughts away.
Nero's got his hands in Cid's hair in short orders, even as as sighs in pleasure. "That's -- oh, so good, so good. I know it's not easy, but look at you..." He's barely visible with the blankets still half-over Nero's lap; he can see silver hair and his hands in it, the occasional hand against his thigh, and the rise of fall of Cid's head. Occasionally he catches a glimpse of his cock, spit-wet and glistening, before Cid takes it in again.
"S'right. Take it. Such a good job you're doing, Garlond..." He can't talk after that as he's dropping his head back for a groan he can't he hold back. "Fuck, don't do you-- you dare stop, you--"
"S'right. Take it. Such a good job you're doing, Garlond..." He can't talk after that as he's dropping his head back for a groan he can't he hold back. "Fuck, don't do you-- you dare stop, you--"
Oh, this is just about perfect. Cid puts his all into the work, as he would his most passionate of projects. He's good, he can be good, he'll tackle the challenge as best he can because he so desperately wants this man to be proud of him.
...
You know what, he'll unpack that later when he doesn't have a dick in his mouth. Cid swallows hard, as if shaking off the stray thoughts, and instead gets his own erection in hand as he sucks.
...
You know what, he'll unpack that later when he doesn't have a dick in his mouth. Cid swallows hard, as if shaking off the stray thoughts, and instead gets his own erection in hand as he sucks.
Strange, how Nero craves that same recognition from Cid. But feeling Cid's throat squeeze the head of his cock earns a gasp and a whine. "Fuck! I'm-- you keep that and I'm--" He whines again.
He's not quite there, but if Cid keeps it up where he's at, it won't take long.
He's not quite there, but if Cid keeps it up where he's at, it won't take long.
That's the core of their need for each other. The need to have a benchmark, to have someone tell them if it's not enough or if they've really succeeded this time. Who else could they trust with such a responsibility? (Their own selves? Never.)
Cid offers a pleased little hum, increasing the complexity of the stimulation. His fingers dig into Nero's rear, leaving tiny red marks with his stubby nails.
Cid offers a pleased little hum, increasing the complexity of the stimulation. His fingers dig into Nero's rear, leaving tiny red marks with his stubby nails.
They have only a short time. Cid's not likely to let up until Nero insists, and carries him through it with clingy hands and eager mouth.
Digging his heels between Cid's shoulders blade, urging him onward as he just starts to pant and whine, fingers knotted in Cid's -- he's not going to tell Cid much of anything, but his body is advertising loud and clear that it's racing to it's peak, before he yanks on Cid's hair and gets out "Garlond!"
And then he's gone, over the peak and climaxing wherever Cid's decided to let him.
And then he's gone, over the peak and climaxing wherever Cid's decided to let him.
Cid takes it from him, keeping the mess to himself. They'll need to do surreptious laundry later anyway, but..he wants to do good by Nero. To have Nero have him, use him, make his needs clear on him.
Again, things to unpack later, when he's not dizzy with arousal and getting lost in the man's pale eyes.
Carefully unfurling his fingers from the other man's hair, Nero dropped back, panting softly, flushed with morning bliss and new wakefulness. Energized, not tired, buzzing with excitement and ready to face the day. What a way to wake up.
"I hope you don't mind if my walk of shame involves no shame at all," he says. He has zero shame, this was great, he loved every minute.
"I hope you don't mind if my walk of shame involves no shame at all," he says. He has zero shame, this was great, he loved every minute.
"I did, didn't I?" Gaius says, running his hands over Estinien's chest, before he stops to just gently touch the other man's nipples, teasing them a bit as he talked. "And it would. Do you want me to fuck you, then?"
His hands slide, till he can wrap his arms around his waist and press tight to his back, whispering in one long ear: "We don't get many chances like this, Estinien. We should squeeze very ounce of joy from the time we have."
His hands slide, till he can wrap his arms around his waist and press tight to his back, whispering in one long ear: "We don't get many chances like this, Estinien. We should squeeze very ounce of joy from the time we have."
EStinien squirms a bit, kicking up little splashes of water as his chest is touched. HE fancies he can feel Gaius's erection pressing against him already, and his own rises quickly enough to meet it. Such delicate touches and the dragoon is helpless in his arms. "Then have your way," he hisses. Have him. However it pleases you because Estinien trusts it will be good.
A trust Gaius likely finds very rare.
A trust Gaius likely finds very rare.
"A little reciprocation, and you'd have even less to be ashamed of," Cid points out, drawing Nero's hand down to his cock.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't leave you hanging," Nero said, smirk spreading across his face again, as he drew Cid back up to him. He rolled him over, so that he could get up on his knees, stroking slowly, before he shuffled down again; one blowjob deserved another, after all, and he was not shy about getting down to business.
What if he didn't get up for work. What if he didn't get up at all and stayed here with him all day, locked the door, kept him in his arms warm and safe and wanted. Cid's fingers slide into Nero's hair and in his arousal he blurts out an awkward "Can I ask something? Can--leave a mark? Please?"
Leave something to remind him this was real.
Nero looks up, lips around Cid's cock as he slowly comes up and off it. "A mark to remember me by, Garlond?"
The grin that spreads is delighted, not to mention and hungry. Nero turns his head and plays hard, sucking kisses along his thigh, making a chain of love bites that he will most definitely be able to look at later and know. But then he resumes his effort on Cid's cock, throwing himself into his work with a new level of gusto.
The grin that spreads is delighted, not to mention and hungry. Nero turns his head and plays hard, sucking kisses along his thigh, making a chain of love bites that he will most definitely be able to look at later and know. But then he resumes his effort on Cid's cock, throwing himself into his work with a new level of gusto.
It is so rare as to be more precious than gems. Gaius sighs softly, a little wanton noise that hardly sounds like it belongs to the burly Garlean commander. But the drops his hand down to stroke the cock that's already rising for him-- and then his other hand slides under, finding his hole to work open in warm, relaxing water.
"I will have it my way; have you, my way."
"I will have it my way; have you, my way."
The reaction from Cid is electric, from restrained moans to nothing restrained at all. Full throated begging, even, as the marks are laid along his inner thigh. Cid thinks of how he'll feel them all day, trousers pressing against them, reminding him that he had this man between his legs not hours ago--
He comes hard and shoves a pillow against his own face far too late to muffle his cries.
He comes hard and shoves a pillow against his own face far too late to muffle his cries.
Estinien rises out of the lovely bath, water streaming from his shoulders, bracing against the rim of the tub with his hips up. He wonders privately how many times a man can go in one night- what they would do if they had all the time in the world, none of the concerns about noise or mess or getting up the next morning. How many times would Gaius send him into whited-out bliss if Estinien gave him a full night just to work him over.
The thought makes his grip tense on the tub rim, and let out a soft noise as Gaius' fingers work their way into him.
The thought makes his grip tense on the tub rim, and let out a soft noise as Gaius' fingers work their way into him.
Gaius can both nurture the dragoon's more tender feelings and open him up for more play, palming Estinien's cock and stroking him slow, thorough-- dipping under to fondle his sac and then stroke all the way back up again, running his thumb over his cockhead. He takes his time with it, saving each sound he earns, even the ones he makes himself, pressing kisses to Estinien's back.
"Come down," he murmured, as he drew Estinien into position -- it had been effortless to relax him, after a hot tub soak. "Relax in the water, use a little bit of arm as leverage. I'll push and pull you -- it'll be near effortless for both of us."
"Come down," he murmured, as he drew Estinien into position -- it had been effortless to relax him, after a hot tub soak. "Relax in the water, use a little bit of arm as leverage. I'll push and pull you -- it'll be near effortless for both of us."
Estinien's trained his body not to react to pain, or to fear. It is a well oiled machina that should follow his commands at will. Gaius will find Estinien opens easily for him as he slouches back down into the water, head bending low to brush the rim of the tub with his silver hair.
"Aye, like this?" he mutters, bracing himself as told.
"Aye, like this?" he mutters, bracing himself as told.
Nero takes the load he's given with a cough as he's nearly battered with the force of Cid's hips jerking with that one last push, and then gets up on his knees to grab a tissue and spit, coughing again.
"Well, didn't expect that to go all that well, but can't say I'm sad it did," Nero told him, before he leaned over and kissed Cid right below his nave. Then he clambered off the bed, stretching -- nude, lithe, riddled with war-scars and caring not a whit that Cid can watch every inch of him pull taut and then relax.
(He did it on purpose.)
"Well, didn't expect that to go all that well, but can't say I'm sad it did," Nero told him, before he leaned over and kissed Cid right below his nave. Then he clambered off the bed, stretching -- nude, lithe, riddled with war-scars and caring not a whit that Cid can watch every inch of him pull taut and then relax.
(He did it on purpose.)
"Just like that," Gaius says, before he shifts as well; the water is still warm but that will not last-- so he makes sure that the man is easy to guide back onto his cock; the water supports Estinien almost as much as his arms do, leaving Gaius to direct motion and movement.
With his hands on his hips he draws Estiniendown to till he's fully seated, and then helps him lift back up; it's a tenatitive few attempts as he gauges where the sweet spot is, before he finally gets a good rhythm. The strokes are a little shallow, but that's alright-- not every fuck has to be gut-bustingly deep. But it's as easy as using a toy-- except this toy moans and writhes and is enjoying itself.
With his hands on his hips he draws Estiniendown to till he's fully seated, and then helps him lift back up; it's a tenatitive few attempts as he gauges where the sweet spot is, before he finally gets a good rhythm. The strokes are a little shallow, but that's alright-- not every fuck has to be gut-bustingly deep. But it's as easy as using a toy-- except this toy moans and writhes and is enjoying itself.
Estinien is pretty broad for an elezen, and not used to being around people who can manhandle his limbs so easily. He's starting to realize he's into that. His fingers curl, leaving light furrows against Gaius's thigh as the man's cock settles inside him, hissing through clenched teeth. He spreads his arms and steadies himself against the sides of the tub with his hands, bracing so Gaius has even more leverage to move him as he pleases.
By the Fury, the man is big. Estinien wonders if this will ruin him for any other man he fucks. (How many others would there be, Estinien? Take what you can get, and savor it, especially when the prize is this delightful.)
He won't beg
By the Fury, the man is big. Estinien wonders if this will ruin him for any other man he fucks. (How many others would there be, Estinien? Take what you can get, and savor it, especially when the prize is this delightful.)
He won't beg
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