That's exactly what Nero wants, taking advantage of the fact that Cid is aching, leaking and primed-- he knows it's going to take a few bobs of his head, some enthusiastic stroking, before he ends up taking a mouthful of come in turn. He grabs Cid's hankerchief from where it was abandoned on hte floor, does his own spit, and then sits back on his haunches.

He glows. Sure, his gelled hair is a mess and it's sticking everywhere, but he's still gotten what he wanted: Cid needed him. Cid wanted him. This was going to be the highlight of his week. (Or so he thought.)

"Get it out of your system, Garlond?" he asks, pale brows lifting. "Or do need more?"