"Fuck!" Nero hissed, doubly frustrated. He was really excited to get that dick, and now he has to wait. "You blow this chance to rail me on your work bench like I'm a project in need of a smith's hammer, Garlond, really?"

It is not stopping him from hooking at leg over his hip, opening himself up further so there's more friction for the frotting. In their disheveled state, he rucks Cid's shirt to shamelessly grope a pectoral, and pinch a nipple both for pleasure and for punishment, alternating between groping and pinching as he buried his face at Cid's, temple, the strap of his goggles and unpleasant reminder of everything that was between them. "Fffffffuck, you're lucky you're Cid bloody Garlond."