"They already do, Garlond," Nero says, and gives a jaw cracking yawn, before he big-spoons himself against the other man. "Besides, if you wake up before me, you can get in another fuck before you shoo me out."
See? To Nero's fuck-fogged brain, this is win/win all the way down.
Cid tilts his head, considers that matter, and then reaches right over Nero to grab his alarm clock off the nightstand and start enthusiastically winding it. The little chocobo on top frantically paces in reverse as he sets it.
"I hope to all your Eorzean Gods," Nero mumble before he gives another jaw cracking yawn, "that you set it for an hour that mankind actually considers reasonable." Because he's going to fall asleep in like ten seconds and if he doesn't get eight hours he will be unbearable the entire day.
"I'll make sure that you wake up to something nice, at least." Cid curls
about him, smiling - it's longer before he falls asleep, but the soft sound
of Nero's breathing gives him a way to ground himself.
When he wakes, he almost forgets where he is. Who he is. All he knows is
there's a clattering that his fumbling hand silences, and then a warm body
to embrace within the sheets.
Nero sleeps like he always has; a giant Garlean furnace, the big spoon, and remarkably settled. He is warm, he is content. The noise rouses him some and he shifts as Cid moves to allow him to turn off the alarm. He is likely aware of where he's at--
--but then rolls back over to resume cuddling. He's fine, they're fine, ten more minutes, right?
"It'll go off again in twenty," Cid mumbles into Nero's ear. One leg lazily curls around him, tucking the man closer. "We got anything we can do for twenty minutes?"
Nero's eyes slowly opened, pale blue peeking out beyond the fringe of his nearly white lashes. Then he wriggles a little, dragging a half-hard cock against Cid's thighs.
"I'm certain you can suck my dick this morning in that time... Jerk us both, or fuck me hard and fast." The lube was gone but he was still relaxed, wouldn't be too hard to get him slick and ready again. "Something. We can absolutely do something."
Getting more lube means getting out of bed, which Cid is firmly against. He squirmed down into the blankets, seeking out that cock and running his hands across his hips and down the sides of his thighs.
This is the better idea, anyway, thinks Nero, because he too does not want to deal with getting out of this nice, warm bed-- and he wants to get beard burn on his thighs. But he runs his fingers through the soft hair on Cid's head as he lets his legs fall open to make room for him.
Cid's mouth is on him in moments, taking him as deep as he can in the first go and then pulling out to get the angle to go even deeper. He doesn't have words to voice what he wants--what he want is Nero's confidence, his attention. And some hair pulling.
Nero's got his hands in Cid's hair in short orders, even as as sighs in pleasure. "That's -- oh, so good, so good. I know it's not easy, but look at you..." He's barely visible with the blankets still half-over Nero's lap; he can see silver hair and his hands in it, the occasional hand against his thigh, and the rise of fall of Cid's head. Occasionally he catches a glimpse of his cock, spit-wet and glistening, before Cid takes it in again.
"S'right. Take it. Such a good job you're doing, Garlond..." He can't talk after that as he's dropping his head back for a groan he can't he hold back. "Fuck, don't do you-- you dare stop, you--"
Oh, this is just about perfect. Cid puts his all into the work, as he would his most passionate of projects. He's good, he can be good, he'll tackle the challenge as best he can because he so desperately wants this man to be proud of him.
...
You know what, he'll unpack that later when he doesn't have a dick in his mouth. Cid swallows hard, as if shaking off the stray thoughts, and instead gets his own erection in hand as he sucks.
Strange, how Nero craves that same recognition from Cid. But feeling Cid's throat squeeze the head of his cock earns a gasp and a whine. "Fuck! I'm-- you keep that and I'm--" He whines again.
He's not quite there, but if Cid keeps it up where he's at, it won't take long.
That's the core of their need for each other. The need to have a benchmark, to have someone tell them if it's not enough or if they've really succeeded this time. Who else could they trust with such a responsibility? (Their own selves? Never.)
Cid offers a pleased little hum, increasing the complexity of the stimulation. His fingers dig into Nero's rear, leaving tiny red marks with his stubby nails.
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.
Cid takes it from him, keeping the mess to himself. They'll need to do
surreptious laundry later anyway, but..he wants to do good by Nero. To have
Nero have him, use him, make his needs clear on him.
Again, things to unpack later, when he's not dizzy with arousal and getting
lost in the man's pale eyes.
Carefully unfurling his fingers from the other man's hair, Nero dropped back, panting softly, flushed with morning bliss and new wakefulness. Energized, not tired, buzzing with excitement and ready to face the day. What a way to wake up.
"I hope you don't mind if my walk of shame involves no shame at all," he says. He has zero shame, this was great, he loved every minute.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't leave you hanging," Nero said, smirk spreading across his face again, as he drew Cid back up to him. He rolled him over, so that he could get up on his knees, stroking slowly, before he shuffled down again; one blowjob deserved another, after all, and he was not shy about getting down to business.
What if he didn't get up for work. What if he didn't get up at all and
stayed here with him all day, locked the door, kept him in his arms warm
and safe and wanted. Cid's fingers slide into Nero's hair and in his
arousal he blurts out an awkward "Can I ask something? Can--leave a mark?
Please?"
Nero looks up, lips around Cid's cock as he slowly comes up and off it. "A mark to remember me by, Garlond?"
The grin that spreads is delighted, not to mention and hungry. Nero turns his head and plays hard, sucking kisses along his thigh, making a chain of love bites that he will most definitely be able to look at later and know. But then he resumes his effort on Cid's cock, throwing himself into his work with a new level of gusto.
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But also his clinginess.
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See? To Nero's fuck-fogged brain, this is win/win all the way down.
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"I'll make sure that you wake up to something nice, at least." Cid curls about him, smiling - it's longer before he falls asleep, but the soft sound of Nero's breathing gives him a way to ground himself.
When he wakes, he almost forgets where he is. Who he is. All he knows is there's a clattering that his fumbling hand silences, and then a warm body to embrace within the sheets.
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--but then rolls back over to resume cuddling. He's fine, they're fine, ten more minutes, right?
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He does have some ideas.
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"I'm certain you can suck my dick this morning in that time... Jerk us both, or fuck me hard and fast." The lube was gone but he was still relaxed, wouldn't be too hard to get him slick and ready again. "Something. We can absolutely do something."
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"Good choice," he murmurs.
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Call him good. Pull his hair. Make him yours.
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He abuses his power, and rolls the R in Cid's name.
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"S'right. Take it. Such a good job you're doing, Garlond..." He can't talk after that as he's dropping his head back for a groan he can't he hold back. "Fuck, don't do you-- you dare stop, you--"
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...
You know what, he'll unpack that later when he doesn't have a dick in his mouth. Cid swallows hard, as if shaking off the stray thoughts, and instead gets his own erection in hand as he sucks.
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He's not quite there, but if Cid keeps it up where he's at, it won't take long.
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Cid offers a pleased little hum, increasing the complexity of the stimulation. His fingers dig into Nero's rear, leaving tiny red marks with his stubby nails.
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And then he's gone, over the peak and climaxing wherever Cid's decided to let him.
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Cid takes it from him, keeping the mess to himself. They'll need to do surreptious laundry later anyway, but..he wants to do good by Nero. To have Nero have him, use him, make his needs clear on him.
Again, things to unpack later, when he's not dizzy with arousal and getting lost in the man's pale eyes.
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"I hope you don't mind if my walk of shame involves no shame at all," he says. He has zero shame, this was great, he loved every minute.
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What if he didn't get up for work. What if he didn't get up at all and stayed here with him all day, locked the door, kept him in his arms warm and safe and wanted. Cid's fingers slide into Nero's hair and in his arousal he blurts out an awkward "Can I ask something? Can--leave a mark? Please?"
Leave something to remind him this was real.
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The grin that spreads is delighted, not to mention and hungry. Nero turns his head and plays hard, sucking kisses along his thigh, making a chain of love bites that he will most definitely be able to look at later and know. But then he resumes his effort on Cid's cock, throwing himself into his work with a new level of gusto.
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