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From:

snapandflounce

It's as if Nero senses that concern, and kisses all the more vigorously for it, trying to get him back into the now.

"Garlond... I can tell when you're wrapping yourself up in your big stupid brain," he mumbles between them. "Come back. It's nicer here."

From:

eightlazylegs

"I thought you liked my big throbbing turgid brain." Bless him and those kisses, grounding him back in his skin. Cid can't keep his hands from moving, as if contact with Nero's skin can remind him that he's still here. That he's warm and real. That this isn't fantasy.

From:

snapandflounce

"Oh, I do. It's one of your more admirable qualities," throwing his head back to bare his throat - whether in submission or backing his throat for more kissed, who can say. "S'a very good brain. But I like it when i short circuit it, too."

Like it when it descends into frenzied need, when they can't pretend anymore, and fuck like horny teenagers.

From:

eightlazylegs

Cid whined again, and sank his face against Nero's shoulder. "You're so good on it. I hate it. But I only hate it a little."

His arms drew him in again and held him. "We're gonna have to get up soon," he mourns.

From:

snapandflounce

"We do not," Nero said, and to prove it, he wriggled deeper, grabbed the covers, and pulled them up. "We can stay right here until the morning, and then I walk of shame right to the lab and get myself a cup of coffee for breakfast."

By God, he was needy today -- fiercely, clingly, needy.

From:

eightlazylegs

"...they'll talk." Cid clings to him as he says it. He doesn't want Nero to think he's ashamed--this isn't about him. But he knows Nero has his pride.

But also his clinginess.

Edited Date: 2022-11-13 04:30 am (UTC)

From:

snapandflounce

"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.

From:

eightlazylegs

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.

From:

snapandflounce

"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.

From:

eightlazylegs

"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.

From:

snapandflounce

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?

From:

eightlazylegs

"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?"

He does have some ideas.

From:

snapandflounce

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."

From:

eightlazylegs

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.

From:

snapandflounce

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.

"Good choice," he murmurs.

From:

eightlazylegs

Cid made a happy little trill next to his leg. "Say it again," he murmured, half asleep and half drunk on the warmth of the man around him.

Call him good. Pull his hair. Make him yours.

From:

snapandflounce

Nero chuckled low in his throat, dipping into that lower register his nasal tenor usually didn't reach. "Good choice, Garlond."

He abuses his power, and rolls the R in Cid's name.

From:

eightlazylegs

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.

From:

snapandflounce

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--"

From:

eightlazylegs

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.

From:

snapandflounce

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.

From:

eightlazylegs

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.

From:

eightlazylegs

They have only a short time. Cid's not likely to let up until Nero insists, and carries him through it with clingy hands and eager mouth.

From:

snapandflounce

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.

From:

eightlazylegs

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.