Cid knows it, but he's too rattled to care in the wake of that orgasm. He glances momentarily down at the mess between his legs, fingers wandering down to press at the mark on his inner thigh as he goes back to watching Nero's body move and stretch.

Such an embarassing request, but Nero had simply...obliged. Gleefully. He'd...he'll have to think about this. Later. When his brains come back from wherever Nero sucked them out to.