"Could you, really?" Nero says as he straightens his pants and puts himself to rights again. Then he's leaning down -- brave, to come within reach of a wanting Cid Garlond-- but then he's on him, kissing him again, pushing him down on the flagstones, hand finding his dick as he wants to rut with him there on the floor, like they're horny teenagers again and can't be arsed to get to a bed. (Their knees will regret it more this time around, but such is life and aging.)

"If I had," he said, kissing down Cid's chest, "half an inkling-- I could have come prepared. But I didn't think--"

--- think he's get held like this, wanted like this touched like this --

"You'd be so damned impatient." And to keep Cid from being too mouthy, Nero dips to take him into his mouth - a blow for a blow, it seems fair.