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.