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Rough, calloused hands finish tying Nero's left ankle to the metal bar keeping his legs thoroughly wrenched open, just as they had his right but a moment ago. A firm tug confirmed the silk wouldn't be dislocating itself any time soon as Cid made a self-satisfied hum in appreciation of his own handy work. Those now unoccupied engineer's hand started to massage the back of Nero's leg, leaving light kisses in his wake as he rose from his crouched position behind the taller man, not that it was much of a trip, with Nero's waist bent over the foot of the bed and his chest flush with the mattress. Hyur sized furniture was so annoyingly sized, usually just too short to be comfortably bent over most of the time and Garlond's furniture largely matched his comparatively diminutive stature. At least the mattress presented a softer way to off-set the awkward discomfort of having to bend just a little too far. And Nero would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy a little discomfort when he's in this position.
Cid's ministrations reached his thighs but skipped right over anything more sensitive, not wanting to get anyone too excited right yet. "Does that feel alright?" He asked, voiced laced with anxiety despite his previous appreciation for his own work.
Turning his head to petulantly huff out a sigh, Nero responded the same way he always did. "It's fine, Garlond." Rolling his ankles and stretching out until he was balancing out his toes to drive his point home, before returning them to be flush with the floor. Garlond just had to be such a boy scout, even in the bedroom. Nero would honestly be fine with even sturdier ties preventing him from moving at all, completely at Cid's mercy for the evening, but he insisted he wouldn't feel comfortable if Nero wasn't able to break himself out of the ties on his own so silk it was. Wasn't exactly a horrible compromise, all things considered. Cut down on the bruising.
His bratty behavior was met with a firm squeeze to his behind, prompting a soft gasp and a sense of excitement starting to pool in his stomach. Hearing Cid step away a few feet only increased his anticipation, eagerly throwing his arms behind his back to be tied with another sturdy but easily destroyed silk rope, which Cid also gingerly tested and okayed with his lover. Honestly, he was a former tribunus who favored swinging a massive metal mallet, Garlond had no reason to be so gentle with him. It tried his patience every time and he had no idea why he let him continue to do so. Certainly not because he genuinely enjoyed the gentle caress his rival saved for him and him alone behind closed doors in their most intimate moments. Absolutely not.
Nero was broken out of his thought process by another piece of cloth descending into his vision, so unexpected that it took him a little too long to register it was a blindfold. Before Cid could say anything, Nero nodded in approval, shutting down his partner's worrying immediately.
Once they had started their relationship (or restarted it, arguably) Nero had been the one to introduce Cid to most of their new methods of play. Not that the great Cid Garlond was a blushing virgin but evidentially running a company, having amnesia and living in a church and helping prevent multiple world ending disasters tended to take a toll on one's sex life which is not something Nero could empathize with. Was he a model solider for his legion? Of course, but what happens in the barracks or when playing nice with Garlemald's elite at some pointless party he's obligated to be at as a tribunus is between him and his memories on a lonely night. And maybe Garlond, if he truly wanted to make him jealous at that particular moment.
Despite the initial hesitation Cid was finally at the level where he voiced his own request in the bedroom, usually small things like the blindfold but Nero was very confident in his abilities to coax more and more out of the man over time, to the benefit of both of them of course.
Blindfold now secure, Cid started his teasing touches back up, now firmer and more deliberate with all the pieces in place. Loving kisses started at the nape of Nero's neck, right under his hairline, while large hands started to caress his hips. Everything was so delicate yet carefully planned, a process that always had Nero gasping into the sheets, perhaps even more than when people had been rough with him in the past. Garlond was different, able to switch between loving and sweet and brutal and demanding at a rate where even Nero had no choice but to stay on his toes. With his imagination running wild so early into the night and his toes curling in anticipation, that happened to be very literal this time.
A sharp bite where neck met shoulder shook him from his fantasies as he moaned, low and needy. He could feel Cid smirk against his skin as the shorter man began to ravish him with bruises all along his neck and shoulders, markings that would just barely be covered by the ironworks uniform the next morning. He thinks about what it would be like if he let them show, let everybody know exactly what he and Cid got up to in their own time. Who owns his heart even after all these years and now even held claim over his body.
One of Cid's hands moved from his hip and moved up to Nero's chest, sliding between chest and bed to graze over his nipple but not playing with it, opting instead to press his fingers around the nub and grope his pecs instead. His other hand moved closer to his crotch, massaging Nero's abdomen not nearly close enough to actually touch but enough to feed the fire rapidly eating away at his victim's patience. An attempt was made by Nero to arc his back, hoping with more room Cid would relent and at least play with his chest properly, but all he got in return was the feel of Cid's broad form pinning him back down to the bed, pressing down on his arms and continuing his endless groping with his hands and mouth. His partner may not be a fighter at heart but all those years of working with heavy metals came a muscular frame worth appreciating. Broad shoulders, hot flesh, strong thighs. Being pinned and helpless like this was intoxicating.
His moans soon turned to wonton whines. "Garlond... Would you please-!" A moan escaped his throat, cutting him off, face flushing in futile embarrassment. "Would you please get on with it? We'll be in the grave before you decide to fully undress." The false annoyance in his tone easily betrayed by how hard he was panting into the sheets.
"Oh?" Nero couldn't see it but he knew Cid had an awfully disgusting smug grin to match the tone of his voice. "And here I was enjoying myself. But, if you insist," He pulled back, removing both of his hands, and rutting his still clothed erection against Nero's ass to send a shiver up his spine.
The second surprise of the night occurred when Cid left him completely and started walking away to a different part of the room. Turning his head to try and follow the sound proved to be mostly worthless, seemed like Garlond was deliberately trying to stay quiet and keep him in suspense. Was he after the oil? Perhaps, but that was always kept on the bedside table and it had been there last he seen it, so there shouldn't be any reason for Cid to walk so far to a different corner of the room, let alone tred so quietly. Confusion quickly melted into wonder and Nero began to slowly rut into the sheets below him to do something about the gnawing chasm that was his arousal.
What was Garlond up to? Was he just going to leave him here, delirious with want? Coming back who knows when just to take what he wants, when he wants it from his willing hole? He wouldn't, of course, but now that Nero's thought of it he mentally files it away for some other time. Perhaps a strong case for him and Garlond to take a much-earned vacation to some Eorzean city where no one would bother them for a weekend. Or a week. Perhaps two.
Finally, after what seemed like eons Cid returned, a small but noticeable weight hitting the mattress not far away from them. Running his hand up his partner's back and lacing his fingers with the few of Nero's he had access to, he sighed appreciatively.
"Gods, Nero, you're beautiful." Cid muttered breathlessly, like he truly was taking in a work of art or some such. The unexpected sincerity and lovey dovey talk were somehow the most humiliating things Nero had experienced that night, unable to form a snide remark for once and burying his head in the sheets.
"Since you've been so good for me, it only seems fit I reward you." he purred, punctuating his declaration by pulling aggressively pulling Nero's hips to the edge of the bed, a wordless order to stop his rutting.
Cock twitching at the oh-so-familiar sound of the oil bottle being opened, Nero's long legs tensed as he curved his back to present himself. Slick fingers teased his opening before the first one pushed in suddenly, not aggressively enough to hurt. Satisfaction burned through him, exhaling through gritted teeth while he appreciated the pressure.
It didn't take long for one finger to turn into two, working him open just as meticulously as all his other teasing. Every brush against his inner walls rewarded Cid with a needy moan, fuel for Cid's own fire as he began to palm at his own erection after having ignored it for so long. Each brush against Nero's prostate sent a shock to his brain, the taller man twitching and thrusting back to meet his hand. Muscles eagerly straining to take it all in, biting his inner cheek so he didn't give Garlond too much satisfaction too early.
Finally, the fingers were removed with a slow, agonizing drag. So desperate to cling to his sanity and prevent himself from begging Nero took to biting the sheets, saliva starting to pool in his mouth, so eager to be filled that he didn't even register that the ever-cautious Cid had stopped at two fingers as opposed to his typical three. Something much thicker a finger pressed against his rim and in his blind haze all he could do was whine and helplessly thrust back into it.
Only to realize that it certainly wasn't made of flesh.
Cid must have noticed his body tense up at the sudden piece of inorganic material pressing against him, massaging tender circles onto his partner's side. A low, devious chuckle escaped him. "What's the matter, Nero? You seemed so impatient just a moment ago, but now you're not interested?" Cid sighed unconvincingly like a D list theater actor. "And I had bought this just for you. Perhaps it's not up to the measure of your private collection?"
Bought? Collection? Oh, now it made sense. Now that they more or less lived together it was inevitable that Cid would stumble across Nero's personal stash of toys sooner or later, either by accident or at Nero's introduction. It's not his fault Garlond was willing to fly off gods-knows-where at the Scion's behest to work on something, leaving him alone for who knows how many nights. Nero took a deep breath and willed his body to relax once again. He'd never admit it but he trusted Cid with every fiber of his being, if he was confident enough to surprise him like this then there was absolutely nothing to worry about. If anything, he was a bit flattered Cid swallowed his bashful side enough to purchase something like this in the first place.
With no more resistance, the toy slid right in. It was frustratingly thin compared to Cid's equipment, and not nearly as long. Surely it had to have some other feature to make Cid so eager to-
A faint click could be heard and it all made sense.
Light vibrations assaulted his sensitive muscles, not too strong but not so light that he couldn't feel it. While not pressing directly into his prostate, the steady vibrations provided it with enough stimulation regardless. It was pleasant, but not enough. He heard some cloth shifting and felt the bed groan with a much greater weight but paid it no mind while he panted desperately and thrust back into nothing.
"Garlond... I need more..." he moaned out, fingers desperately clawing at his own arms where they could, toes curling, desperate for any kind of extra friction at this point.
Before long, his prayers were answered, just not the way he anticipated. A hand ran through his short blonde hair, giving it a tug to angle his blindfolded face upwards. Something weighty hit his cheek and an inhale of an all too familiar scent sent his nerves alight. That was definitely Garlond's thick cock across his cheek.
"Well?" Cid moved his unoccupied hand to Nero's lips, his thumb playing with lips that were already starting to turn red from trying to hold back moans. "You asked for more, didn't you?"
Nero considered being petty, turning his head and being huffy at being denied what he actually wanted. The ache clawing away at his mind disagreed, however. He obediently widened his mouth, allowing Cid to carefully slide in. Thankfully whatever powers that be decided to make up for Garlond's small stature in other areas, because his girth was as impressive as the size of his pecs. The angle was awkward and required a little repositioning on Cid's part (serves him right) but slowly and surely, inch by tantalizing inch, he made his way down Nero's willing throat.
"Gods..." Cid groaned, finally as deep as he could get in this position, perhaps the loudest he'd been that night. "You take me so well. Aren't you a good boy?" He licked rapidly drying lips, appreciating the way Nero's body responded to the praise now that his mouth was occupied.
The first few thrusts were quick and shallow, Cid lacing both his hands through blonde locks as he started to find a rhythm to comfortably fuck Nero's throat. Despite the slow, casual pace of his thrusts each one was intense, sinking deep into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. Nero, for his part, began to swallow and suck on his reward, maneuvering the flat of his tongue around the shaft as well as he could in this position and savoring the debauched sounds he managed to pull from the man above.
Cid shifted a little more, curling over the other man and shoving his head deeper down onto his shaft, thrusts still shallow but with an increasingly more rapid pace. With this new angle Nero had to muster up all of his focus on just keeping his breathing steady and trying to stop himself from gagging, while the vibrations between his legs started to eat away at him. Every single one of Nero's senses was now fully occupied by the other man. Cid's smell, his taste, his increasingly frantic sounds, each one a secret Nero knew only he was privy to and each new sensation felt like the highest honor.
Both men were starting to reach their peak before, suddenly, Cid wrenched Nero's head clean off of him, a trail of saliva following in his wake. Nero took some deep breaths, struggling to take in air when all he could taste was precum and spit before that quickly gave way to irritation once again. "What is it now, Garlond?" he seethed with a hoarse voice. "What do you want me to do so I can finally have some relief?"
Saying nothing, Cid slid off the bed, one hand loosely running down Nero's body as he did so. Mocking him. There was another faint click and the toy between his legs was unceremoniously turned off and pulled out. Despite his displeasure over its size, the empty feeling it left behind only felt worse. Disappointment was canceled out by the feeling of Cid's cock sliding between his cheeks, as he began to slowly rut against him.
"Surely you know to ask nicely when you want something, don't you?" Cid commanded, like the bastard he was.
Nero pouted, burying his well-used face back into the sheets. "Please..."
"You'll have to repeat yourself; I couldn't quite catch that."
He lifted his head once more and relented, too distracted by the weight at his back to be bratty for much longer. "Please take me, Garlond."
"I think you can do better than that." Awful. Terrible. Impossible. Introducing him to this kind of play was a mistake
Tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes under the blindfold and with one more shuddering breath, he turned his head to where Cid was standing behind him. "Cid, please just fuck me already." he pleaded in the neediest voice he could muster.
His name being the magic word, Cid smiled in satisfaction and lined himself up, thrusting in to the hilt in one violent move, leaving Nero gasping like he had been shot. The toy might not have been particularly large but it did more than enough to keep him open and ready for Cid to fill him completely. Neither of them would last long at this point, and Cid knew it, setting a brutal pace that left Nero practically screaming with each assault on his prostate. Tears streamed down his face, soaking the blindfold as he sobbed in pleasure from finally being given exactly what he wanted, not feeling the need to stifle his reactions any longer. Every twitch of his body and squeeze of his inner muscles causing Cid to gasp and moan in return.
Hands travelled from hips to chest once more, this time wasting no time teasing before playing with neglected nipples that were oversensitive from rubbing against the sheets. Gods, he could die like this. Debauched and thoroughly used, nerves igniting every time Cid's hips were flush with his. One hand moved to his throat to issue a firm squeeze, while the other grabbed his bound wrists and together they forced him backwards, forcing his spine to curve in a way that somehow let Cid claim him impossibly deeper. Strong arms kept him steady, just the feeling of Cid's hand on his throat sending his eye rolling back, giving in completely to the feeling of being skin hitting skin.
"Nero," Cid moaned, closing in on his release. "Tell me where you want it." One final demand for the evening, punctuated by a squeeze to his lover's throat.
Nero struggled to find the words, completely lost in his own bliss and barely tethered to reality at this point. A sharp blow to his prostate had him swallowing back spit and he finally managed to form a mostly coherent reply.
"Inside-please, Cid, please-" He inhaled as well as he could as broken as he was. "Finish inside!" A mixture of Cid's name and broken pleas poured from his lips, barely coherent while Cid pushed them across the finish line. Thrusts turned erratic while he pulled Nero's body as close as he could, determined to breed the other man as deeply as physically possible.
Finally, Cid came with a husky growl and one final thrust, emptying himself completely, and that divine feeling of being filled with his load was all Nero needed to come with a shout, untouched cock shooting over the sheets below. After that, there was silence. Nothing but two warm bodies panting, catching their breath as Cid slowly and carefully moved his hand from Nero's throat, maneuvering him to the mattress below with care.
Once his breathing had steadied, he slid his softening member out of the other man, fond smirk crossing his face when Nero flinched at the feeling of cum dripping from his well-used hole. Cid began wordlessly untying the other man, peppering tired muscles with soft touches and kisses that seemed almost too intense now with the beard scratching Nero's sensitive skin. Arms slid limp onto the bed once they were freed, barely managing to muster up the energy to move his fingers and ensure proper circulation, followed by both of his ankles being freed in short order. The blindfold was the last to go, Nero alternating between squinting and firmly screwing his eye shuts while he readjusted to the light.
In response, Cid collapsed face first on the bed beside him. Just staring, gazing at his rival-turned friend-turned enemy-turned lover. It was tender, sweet and Nero simply couldn't bear to make eye contact with him while he did so. Oblivious to his disgust, or perhaps just not caring in the first place, Cid shifted to pull Nero into a passionate kiss. It their exhaustion, it was lazy, but it was deep and tender and somehow still made Nero squirm like this was somehow the thing to make him just a bit too uncomfortable. But he didn't pull away. Never did, never will, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. After what seemed like an eternity, they parted and Cid gave him one more gentle look before releasing a deep sigh and moving to his feet.
"I'll be right back." he huffed as he struggled to roll off the bed and make his way to the bathroom for a warm towel, maybe two. Nero only gave a vague noise of affirmation in response, well used to the aftercare process by now.
Rolling himself over seemed like an absolutely gargantuan task, but Nero managed it, feeling the new position alert him to some bruises he hadn't noticed yet as he stared absentmindedly up at the ceiling.
If he hated it, he could leave. He's done it plenty of times, to Cid and just about anyone else he's slept with in the past. Even when the sex was great the before and after had a tendency to drive him away. But there was a certain something to it all, the feel of his sore jaw he knows he'll feel for days, the feel of his abused hole giving way to the burn he still felt in his guts, the tender bruises starting to form around his neck and back thoroughly marking him. The feel of the seed running down to the bed sheets, knowing he was the only one the illustrious Cid Garlond chose to claim this way.
He moved his arm to cover his face, hearing Cid start to return with whatever he needed to ensure the cleanup was done right, completely by the book, just like he always did.
And Nero decided he wasn't going anywhere.
For now.