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.
The reaction from Cid is electric, from restrained moans to nothing restrained at all. Full throated begging, even, as the marks are laid along his inner thigh. Cid thinks of how he'll feel them all day, trousers pressing against them, reminding him that he had this man between his legs not hours ago--
He comes hard and shoves a pillow against his own face far too late to muffle his cries.
Nero takes the load he's given with a cough as he's nearly battered with the force of Cid's hips jerking with that one last push, and then gets up on his knees to grab a tissue and spit, coughing again.
"Well, didn't expect that to go all that well, but can't say I'm sad it did," Nero told him, before he leaned over and kissed Cid right below his nave. Then he clambered off the bed, stretching -- nude, lithe, riddled with war-scars and caring not a whit that Cid can watch every inch of him pull taut and then relax.
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.
Nero begins to fetch his clothing where it was tossed on the floor in their urgency, and starts to throw them on.
"I hope you're alright if I hit the shower before I get back in the workshop," he said as he pulled his vest closed and got it buttoned. "I'm sure that we're going to have plenty of people too embarrassed to look at us, but don't let it get you down. They're just jealous."
Cid's also trying to get dressed, but it's slower when he's constantly staring at Nero. He presses at the bite marks one more time before he pulls his pants on, and successfully resists the urge to ask for one more mark for the road.
"Oh, they might not even know, we've been discrete," he says, very unaware of how loud Nero's gotten him. "But yes, shower, I'll take mine after yours."
Because the showers are NOT soundproof. Rather the opposite, they echo spectacularly, which is why he knows Biggs has a lovely singing voice.
"They might not," Nero said, as he made sure all his clothes were taken care of. He was back to being mostly unrumpled. "But I wouldn't wager gil on that bet, Garlond."
He places his sunglasses on, flicks out a little wave and a grin-- and does not kiss him for the roar. He wants the man to want and suffer, standing there looking like a lovelorn puppy. (A good look for him, really.)
But now he had to grab clean clothes and get to the showers.
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Date: 2022-11-20 02:10 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2022-11-21 07:11 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-22 04:37 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-22 05:21 am (UTC)He comes hard and shoves a pillow against his own face far too late to muffle his cries.
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Date: 2022-12-06 05:53 pm (UTC)"Well, didn't expect that to go all that well, but can't say I'm sad it did," Nero told him, before he leaned over and kissed Cid right below his nave. Then he clambered off the bed, stretching -- nude, lithe, riddled with war-scars and caring not a whit that Cid can watch every inch of him pull taut and then relax.
(He did it on purpose.)
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Date: 2022-12-06 06:10 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-12-13 04:48 pm (UTC)"I hope you're alright if I hit the shower before I get back in the workshop," he said as he pulled his vest closed and got it buttoned. "I'm sure that we're going to have plenty of people too embarrassed to look at us, but don't let it get you down. They're just jealous."
That shout? Any of their neighbors heard it.
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Date: 2022-12-13 05:52 pm (UTC)"Oh, they might not even know, we've been discrete," he says, very unaware of how loud Nero's gotten him. "But yes, shower, I'll take mine after yours."
Because the showers are NOT soundproof. Rather the opposite, they echo spectacularly, which is why he knows Biggs has a lovely singing voice.
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Date: 2022-12-15 10:58 pm (UTC)He places his sunglasses on, flicks out a little wave and a grin-- and does not kiss him for the roar. He wants the man to want and suffer, standing there looking like a lovelorn puppy. (A good look for him, really.)
But now he had to grab clean clothes and get to the showers.