A Musebox for Flying Squids

Nero had his plan; and it was grab for the buckles that kept the heavy apron and undo them, starting the furious process of trying to rip Cid's clothes from his body. After all, this is exactly what he craved from Cid: acknowledgement, attention, desire -- even with the abiding current of anger, his cock was already half hard in his trousers and he had dropped his leg to make it easier to tear more clothing off him.