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Context: Rich boy Clive had been kidnapped for ransom by Cid in the past. His mother didn't want to pay because of her shame at having a gay son so he remains with Cid for a bit before his dad pays up to have him rescued. During the time he was with Cid, the two grew close and became friends.
They became close enough that months later, Clive would sneak off to his part of town late at night. They began an intimate relationship where Cid showed him that there's nothing wrong with wanting to lay with another man. He takes him to several clubs where he can finally cut loose and enjoy the fact that the men there just can't keep their eyes off of him.
The scene begins with Cid and Clive visiting one of their regular haunts. They slip off to one of the rooms near the back and plan to spend the evening there where they won't be interrupted.
Contains: Bondage, Rope, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Ass eating, Biting, Brat taming, Crying during sex, Come eating, Oversensitivity, Enthusiastic consent, Edging, Aftercare.
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He really is the pervert his mother said he is, enjoying this debauchery. But cid just makes him feel revered and beautiful.
And then Cid brings out the collar and his eyes just go glassy and something stirs in him. Cid got this? For him. Yes, he wanted it. Let him wear it.
He doesn't have to be an heir, he doesn't have to be his father's son, he can let all that go and let cid guide him.
Cid helps him dip his toes in, bit by bit. What he likes he is so verbal about. What he doesn't, he fears it at first. The scorn, the hurtful words, the hate. But instead, none of that. Cid just takes his face and praises him endlessly, even thanks him. Thanks him for knowing his limit, for speaking up, for knowing what he wants.
It's ironic, for a rich kid to be this obliging instead of spoiled. But conflict averse is probably a better descriptor. Desperate to please. Desperate for love, affection.
And once they crack open that rich kid facade, the things that spill out of him is beyond sinful. Clive says things that has even Cid reeling. He's eager to please and looks so lovely, naked and pleading on hands and knees. If only he weren't so squirmy.
Clive is proving eager to give, but it presents no challenge and it's not what Cid's looking for tonight. No, he'd seen the loneliness in the lad's eyes and felt a deep, visceral need to chase it out. So that left him with this: how to convince Clive to accept the pleasure without reciprocating. The solution was to remove that option from the table.
Clive is sitting pliant, already naked at the foot of the bed. The room Cid had chosen for the night was locked away in the back corner of the club. Far enough that no sound reached them. It was just the two of them. Clive sat there, having been told to sit and stay. Cid having walked away to go get something just out of his view. He couldn't see what it was but found his eyes drawn to the strong curve of Cid's back as it was facing him.
Cid didn't hide his acquisition, turning back to Clive with a length of violet rope stretched between his hands. He paused, to let the other man react, and studied his expression.
His throat bobbed at the sight of the rope. It was beautiful and vibrant. Stood out perfectly against the palm of Cid's hand. Like a serpent brought to tame by him, slithering between his hands. Clive was mesmerized by the sight, his pupils blown wide. He leaned forward on the spot, his tongue barely grazing his lower lip as he ached to get closer and touch.
Cid had chosen this room with a purpose, but the quiet was only half. The other was the bed itself, a sturdy four-poster with anchor loops in all the right places. "Hands out," Cid commanded once he stood before Clive.
It was the tone that had his hands shooting forward before a thought could even come to mind. They moved on their own, both offered at shoulder height, with palms raised up in offering.
In contrast to his voice, his hands were gentle, guiding Clive's palms to face each other before looping the rope around the proffered wrists. The length encircled round and then through them before it was secured with a knot. Satisfied with his work, Cid reached above Clive to a loop at the top of the bedpost. There he slid the rope through, drawing it taut to coax Clive's hands above his head.
The rope felt cool and coiled upon his heated skin, not unwelcome but a strange contrast. He watched with enraptured fixation on every movement and how Cid's hands moved expertly manipulating the rope around his wrists. He was leveled onto his back with a soft exhale and looked up to catch the glint of silver hoops at the top of the bed. When they had first begun meeting in the clubs he had no idea what they were for. An innocent part had even entertained the notion that they were just for decoration. My, how happy he was to be proved wrong as his arms were raised above his head.
"On your front," came the next command.
Clive looked up to see his hands bound and then met Cid's eyes. He raised a brow at him. "But my hands are bound, how could I possibly?" He couldn't stop the little cheeky smile from playing at the corner of his mouth.
His left hand held the tail of the rope as Cid's right struck Clive, open-palmed, across the face with dispassionate violence.
Clive followed the motion of the slap in an exaggerated fashion. It didn't hurt but it certainly left his cheek feeling warm and his cock jumped at the sudden feeling.
Seemingly impatient, Cid grabbed Clive by the hip to flip him onto his front before sitting across the backs of Clive's thighs. Leaning over him, he let his still clothed cock rub against the cleft of Clive's ass. "You'd do well to remember who you're dealing with, boy." Cid growled into Clive's ear.
"Sorry....Sir." He tacked on at the last second. The sound of Cid's voice was doing things to him but he didn't want to frustrate the man anymore. Well, he didn't up until he felt him pressed so wonderfully against his body. Even through his pants, he could feel the heat and his hips pressed back desperately trying to move back. The pressure at the back of his thighs wasn't helping matters.
The friction and zeal startled a groan out from between Cid's clenched teeth before he got a hold of himself and seized Clive's hips. "Brat," he hissed. His weight pressed the other body into the bed with immobilizing force. With more force than absolutely necessary, Cid shoved himself back upright and picked the tail of the rope up again. He slid off one of Clive's legs and grabbed the free ankle, looping the rope deftly around the joint, then Clive's thigh, then cinching the two together. He repeated the motions on the other leg and ran the rope back up to Clive's wrists before leaning back to survey his work. Clive's legs were spread, bound open in a frog pose and holding his wrists behind his head. Yes, this would do.
Clive felt the man work and at the hissed tone, he cracked a wide grin. Knowing that he was getting under Cid's skin made a warmth fill his belly. He huffed out a little laughter but that quickly shifted into a low whine as his limbs were moved. It wasn't uncomfortable. Far from it. It felt so freeing to have his body manipulated by deft hands. The sound of rope slicking along itself was loud behind him. He focused in on it and let out another yelp once his legs and thighs were bound together. Cid had tied him down but left him exposed in a way that he couldn't resist anything that he intended on doing to him.
Work done, Cid set about flipping Clive onto his back. It was significantly more difficult at this stage given the rigidity of Clive's position, but Cid relished the opportunity for casual displays of power. Besides, he wanted to get his mouth on that cock. With Clive spread on display before him, he rested his hands on his legs possessively, raking his eyes over his body.
Blue eyes, pupils dilated and already half lidded in need looked up at Cid. His face was flushed from the panting he had been doing into the mattress before he was flipped over to face the man over him. He couldn't help the needy little noise he made at the subtle touch over his body, hips trying to move but were brought to order by the tension of the rope. There was no give. Not tight enough to cut off circulation but enough that he had no leniency with his squirming.
Seeing the ropes go taut against Clive's writhing brought a predatory, satisfied smile to his face. Maybe on another day he could take his time with a full harness, watch Clive's chest heave against his rope work.
He pouted up at the man who just wouldn't touch him. It was maddening being all laid out and not even being allowed any sort of pleasurable touch. "Are you just going to stare?" He snapped up, getting impatient at Cid's hesitation.
"Are you going to ask nicely?" he replied, grin spreading even wider. The boy was adorable like this and the power trip was making Cid's cock twitch in his pants. Cid slid further away until his face was at the level of Clive's hips. His finger tips tapped rhythms against the meat of Clive's calves. With a smirk he blew a gentle stream of air over the sensitive crown before him.
"T-that's n...not fair." The sound that left him was choked off and higher pitched than he had expected it to be. It almost surprised him. He wasn't aware he could make such a desperate keen and it drove a bright red flush over his cheeks. His eyes diverted, his confidence very quickly dwindling.
"Never promised to play fair," he drawled back, sucking a mark into Clive's inner thigh. "Tell me what you want, Clive."
A few seconds passed with only silence.
"SPEAK!" Cid bellowed with a voice like thunder.
Clive yelped again, eyes getting watery as his tongue got all tied. "Touch me." He recalled the earlier command and lowered his gaze even further. "... Sir.. Please?"
The smile was back. "Good boy." Cid licked his palm and wrapped an obliging hand around Clive's cock. He began to stroke, firm but slow.
It was so good. Finally, his mind and lips whispered at the same time. This was all he wanted. He just wanted the man to touch him. It felt like an eternity had gone by and the deprivation had him trying to desperately move up into his hand. Clive's motions weren't exactly successful but the strain of his muscles made it clear that he was trying. Oh Founder, he was trying.
"Now," Cid drawled, "the first half of the night is going to go like this: you ask for something? You get it. You don't use your words? We stay like this. All night." He kept his hand moving, smearing the occasional bead of precome down the length. "The second half of the night you're mine. Got it?"
"So if I ask you to fuck me and let me come..." He asked, desperate already. Clive wasn't quite sure if the man would let him off easily but hey, it was worth the ask.
"That's a good start." Cid released Clive's cock to suck three fingers into his mouth. When he was satisfied with their lubrication he reached behind Clive's taint without further preamble and massaged his first finger into the ring of muscle there.
The touch made his body jolt, dampness making his entrance wink at the feeling of it. No matter how often Cid prepared him, his body always felt so sensitive to the stretch. Knowing what was expected of him he tried to relax and let Cid work but it was next to impossible when he wanted him to just drill in deeper till he finds that spot in him that is waiting to be reached. "Fuuuucck....."
Cid worked the single finger as deep as it would go before setting to work thrusting it in and out. The tight heat was divine and he couldn't help but remember the feel of it on his cock. Still, he was a patient man, and he felt like teasing Clive a little longer yet. After all, he had just asked to be fucked, he hadn't specified how. Maybe Cid could get him to beg for his cock before the night was up.
"C'mon...c'mon.." It was a mantra spilling again and again from his lips. Cid knew exactly how crazy he was driving him, finger moving in deep curls that had him squirming. Getting closer but not close enough. His eyes fluttered shut and another growl, this one deeper and way more frustrated. "Just... c'mon.."
"Tell me what you want, Clive," Cid repeated in an almost sing-song. Watching those muscles bunch futilely was entrancing.
"Just fuuuu-uuhhh..." His words trailed off into soft moans. Everything was getting harder to focus on. Everything but the feeling of that single. Damn. Finger. In. Him. It wasn't enough. "Fuck... please, just fuck me!"
"I am fucking you, sweetheart."
Clive's eyes opened again to glare daggers at Cid. The blue was blown wide and dilated quickly the second they were exposed to the light again. "You fucking kn- nggggh~ know.. what I mean."
"Your words, Clive." His voice was stern again. He kept up the steady thrust of his finger, but leaned back over Clive's groin, letting his breath ghost over the lad's cock again.
"Cid... Cid~" He was at the brink of sobbing, legs straining against the ropes once more before falling limp again. "Please just.. ngggh! Fucking add another. Touch me. K-Kiss me.. Anything... Everything~"
Cid surged forward like he'd been let off a leash, pressing a fervent kiss against Clive's lips and a second finger into his hole. His left hand ran up Clive's body, sliding over his hip bone, his taut stomach, his ribs, and coming to rest cupping his pec with the thumb rubbing his nipple.
Lips cherry red from biting them were claimed by Cid. His head lolled up to keep their mouths desperately connected with each new additional touch. The tremor of pleasure coiled in his stomach and rolled over his nerves. The feel of it caused goosebumps to form over his forearms and the shiver went up his body. His stomach jerked at the second finger once it slid in. Just like it belonged there. Perfect and slender, curling and exploring inwards. His toes curled and hands clenched uselessly overhead.
Cid almost forgot himself in his quest to devour Clive’s mouth. He was so enraptured in the slick slide of their tongues and soothing those bitten lips that his own rule for the night slipped his mind: Clive was going to tell him what he wanted. Hard to do that with Cid swallowing every sound Clive made like a man half-starved. No matter. He could fulfill ‘kiss me’ in other ways. Still pumping his fingers, he slid back down Clive’s body, sucking marks into his skin as he went. Under his jaw, the side of his neck, at his collarbone, pausing as he reached a nipple and laving it with his tongue for rather longer than strictly necessary. He didn’t stop his descent till he was back level with Clive’s cock. He took it in his free hand and started pressing open-mouthed kisses along its length from base to tip.
Clive's chest heaved with each inhale, lips parting to let out a whine at Cid's departure. He had been enjoying the kiss, lavishing in it but Cid pulled away to return to his relentless teasings. When those talented fingers curled up and into him, his cock twitched again in response. It was heavy and leaking heavily at the tip. The liquid beaded heavily at the tip like little pearls. "Puh-leaseee Cid.. I need your mouth…"
"You have it," Cid murmured, letting his voice vibrate his lips against Clive's length. He had to admit, he was getting impatient himself, not with Clive, but his own rules. Every sweet sound pulled from the other was exquisite and Cid wanted nothing more than to wring out every last one from the body beneath him. But the rules. He wanted Clive to ask for it, to feel the experience of expressing his wants and needs and having them fulfilled. If Cid got off a little on the desperation of his begging, that was a bonus.
"N-no.. you don't..." Clive grumbled in frustration, the sound reverberated in his chest. His frustration was etched into his features. With brows furrowed and lower lip trembling. "You don't g-get it.. I need your mouth on me- on my cock.."
Cid paused as he considered. Technically speaking Cid's mouth *was* already on his cock... No, Clive had suffered enough. Baby steps. He'd make him beg to be sucked off another time. "I'm always happy to give you what you need," Cid finally replied. He kissed back up to the tip before engulfing it in his mouth, suckling at the head and then bobbing deeper. Meanwhile his two fingers continued their relentless thrusts.
A long string of drool fell from Clive's parted lips as he threw his head back. Hands clenched into tight balls and pulled on the rope but not to break free. He was determined to get himself as far into Cid's mouth as he possibly could now that he was actually giving him what he needed. It had only taken what felt like hours of begging. His hips arched up into Cid's mouth, the fingers moving out at the motion. When he lowered them again, he was filled by them once more but lost the contact of lips further down on his cock. It was a double-edged knife. He didn't know what to do other than tense up under the rope and plead for more. "Please Cid.. Another finger…"
Cid obliged immediately, sliding in a third finger. He let Clive try to thrust his hips, confident in his ties' abilities to limit Clive's range of motion dramatically. Now Clive would have to make a decision, Cid mused. With three fingers pumping into him and wet heat on his cock, he would almost certainly be able to reach his climax. And Cid would let him. The question was whether that was what Clive wanted. Cid hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard on a particularly deep curl of his fingers.
"Nnngh~ C-Cid.. wait..." He sobbed, head lolling to the side. The desperate need was bubbling inside him pushing him closer and closer. It was so sweet he could almost taste it on his lips. But something was missing and his eyes opened once more, fluttering lashes and watery gaze. His dilated eyes moved around till he found Cid still between his legs. He looked so good there, hunched over his body and moving his mouth over him. "Please w-w-w...." He mouth warbled, trying to hold back suddenly as he realized what he was missing. He wanted Cid inside him.
Barely suppressing a smirk, Cid pulled off Clive’s cock with a *pop* but left his fingers buried to the knuckle. “Yes, Clive?” Cid asked innocently. At least, it might have passed for innocent if his voice wasn’t husky with desire and sucking cock.
Clive mewled, high pitched and needy. "Please please.." It poured from his lips like thick honey, sweet and seductive. "Want to come.. with you- inside, please. Founder, please. Please fill me- *need* youuUu.." Once the begging started, he couldn't stop.
The arousal that suffused him was heady as any drug. "As you wish," he rumbled, slowly dragging his fingers out of Clive's clenching hole. He fumbled in the drawer of the nightstand briefly for the supply of lube the room came stocked with, feeling relief that he still had that much sense about him with as much blood was drawn south of his brain. He opened his pants just enough to pull his cock free, neglected but no softer for that fact; Clive's sweet pleas made sure of that. Wrapping a lubed palm around his length he let himself take in Clive again. His swollen lips, his flushed cock, his twitching hole. Cid gave himself a harsh squeeze. Clive wanted him inside; he'd best not finish before then.
With some difficulty he situated Clive's ass against his hips, pulling the bindings to the limit to make room for himself behind and beneath Clive's heels.
So desperate for Cid, he saw the man moving his body about and tried his hardest to make room for him. The pads of his smoothed over the man's stomach while they were being shifted up and out of the way. The rope was taut and ached so wonderfully against his joints in protest at his movements. "Please Cid... W-wanna come on your cock~" He murmured in a lustful daze, eyes half-lidded but focused on Cid's face. He would reach up and touch him if he could. He'd kiss him if the man came closer.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart," Cid breathed, reaching deep inside him for some semblance of restraint so he wouldn't come at the first thrust like a teenager. Pressing the head of his cock against Clive's stretched hole, he sank in steadily, no reprieve until he'd bottomed out. He wouldn't last if he didn't hurry.
"Cid.. Oh F-Founder... Cid, so good~" Clive cried out, throwing his head back as far as he could. The breath was punched from his lungs and the curve of his throat was bared, the skin bobbing with every swallow.
Cid abruptly set a brisk pace, fucking into his lover roughly. Cid's arms under Clive's legs pulled him into Cid's lap with every snap of his hips. With the elevation and tilt of Clive's pelvis, Cid was hoping to be able to find his sweet spot before he was overwhelmed himself.
The heat was growing inside him, boiling over to a point where he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Every nerve was alight and the sounds that Cid was making wasn't helping. The slick strike to his prostate had him screaming out for more. "Kiss me.." He managed to get out between puffs of breath. Just one kiss was all he needed.
Cid nearly lunged to close the gap between them, dropping his hold on Clive's legs to bracket his body instead. Peripherally he was aware of the resistance of the bindings, that the way Clive was nearly folded in half had to be uncomfortable, and that the new position was surely pulling the ropes too tight, but he hoped he would be forgiven. Just for this moment he needed to taste Clive, feel Clive, cover Clive. His rhythm grew erratic as Cid kissed the other man desperately.
Clive felt lips on his, the slick taste of a tongue swiping inwards. He kissed back with equal fervor. Moaning wet, pliant noises into Cid's mouth as each thrust brought him closer to the brink. Once and twice, it hit inside him just perfectly. Toes curling and fingernails digging into the meat of his hand, he was straining against the ropes and sobbing desperately into Cid's kiss. The pleasure built up till it was too much. He fell face first into the tide, the waves wracking his already oversensitive body. He came with a muffled moan and trembled like a leaf.
Cid couldn't hold back when Clive tightened further, groaning into Clive's mouth as he buried himself to the hilt and left his mark as deep inside as he could. His kisses changed, aiming to soothe rather than devour, occasionally deviating from Clive's mouth to kiss away the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. After several long moments Cid's hips stopped their gyrations, the jolts of pleasure abating. Chest heaving, he separated their hips, moaning weakly when his softening cock slid free with a decidedly wet sound. Though he was loath to be apart from him for even a moment, Cid leaned back off of Clive to let the lad straighten his back and release some of the pressure on his bindings. A second later Cid had crawled back up Clive's body to press more kisses to his lips.
Small content noises tumbled from Clive's lips with each kiss. He smiled up at the man with lust-fogged but sated eyes. Every part of him was coming down slowly from the high of hitting his peak. His breathing was still heavy, sweat soaked chest raising and falling with every breath. He was a mess. Could feel it warm inside him and sprayed against his lower belly. No matter how many times they did this, he still never got used to being full in such a way. It always felt strange but in a good way, a filthy way. Primal like Cid was hoping his seed would take root inside him. Clive flushed at that thought and tried to blink it away as the ropes loosened their grasp in his limbs, just enough that his hips went click at the motion.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Cid murmured, lips a breath away from Clive's. "Ready to sleep? We can head home if you like. Or... we can start the second half."
"Mother will be quite stern if.. if I'm not home before ten." Clive let that hang in the air between them before a coy smile curled on his face. He had no intentions of going home before they got to the good part.
"As if I needed another reason to keep you late," Cid growled. "I'd piss in that piece of shit's cheerios in a heartbeat." He gave a parting kiss to Clive's lips before shifting to suck the sensitive skin under his jaw and along his neck. "Do you remember what I said earlier? About the second half?"
Clive giggled into the kiss. His cheeks lit up like fire at the passion in Cid's tone. It always brought a warmth in his chest hearing him so protective and fierce on his behalf. "Hmmm, yes but.. tell me again." Anything to hear Cid talk in that low baritone.
Clive's contented, playful demeanor had Cid's chest fit to burst. He couldn't explain the depth of his affection, only that he'd give his life to keep that smile on Clive's face. "The second half," Cid bit down hard at the junction of Clive's neck and shoulder before sliding back up to rasp in his ear, "you're mine."
"Oh, I've always been yours though." Clive smiled all dopey and bright. He practically purred underneath him, content as a kitten in a sunspot.
That shocked a laugh out of Cid. "Is that so?" Damn Clive, he was going to make Cid a puddle if he kept being so sweet. It was an effort to not just collapse and nestle against Clive until they were indistinguishable as separate beings. Instead of doing that, Cid slid back down Clive's body again, tracing the now familiar path over his chest and abs. However, he didn't stop at Clive's groin. At that point he situated his arms under Clive's legs and lifted his ass in the air, Clive's back against Cid's front. There Cid admired his work, the ring of muscle before him dribbling spend. Cid flattened his tongue against it.
His opening fluttered beneath a skilled tongue. Clive felt his hips stutter against Cid's hold and despite how breathless he felt, let out a little laugh. He was enjoying himself immensely and let every little noise come out. Trills and deep moans, happy little keens and praises. "Soo good-" Clive murmured between breathless giggles.
Cid couldn't say he enjoyed the taste of his own seed, but the lascivious nature of the act and the delicious noises tumbling from Clive's lips overwhelmed any qualms about flavor. After several broad swipes and a firm suck around the rim, he pressed his tongue inside the fucked-out hole.
Founder, he would never get over the feeling of being filled in such a way. The way the tongue rolled around inside of him, deep and bold like Cid sought to suck out his soul. The sounds between his legs were lewd. Sloshing wet and sloppy noises followed up with Cid's hums that vibrated against his hole. His head lolled forward, hair stuck to his brow. A single line of sweat trickling down his temple to drip off his chin. It was hot and sticky and so damn good.
Cid continued to tongue-fuck Clive's hole, but he shifted the weight of Clive's body to free one of his arms enough to reach between the other man's legs. Cid would be surprised if Clive could get hard again so soon after coming, but when it came to Clive he had discovered it was best to expect the unexpected.
He wasn't hard, not quite. But he couldn't pretend that his body didn't twitch in renewed interest at the touch. His cock was spent but already it was slowly filling out again in Cid's hand. In the past, he had never been about to come back so quickly. Masturbating had always been a one and done thing. But this, this was so much different and it quickly sent him spiraling into a dizzy, needy fit again.
Seemingly satisfied with his progress, Cid released Clive's cock and brought his fingers behind the lad's balls instead. What he sought was literally right under his nose, but he was going to need digital pressure. He pressed firmly against Clive's perineum, searching again for that sweet spot.
"W-wh.. nnnngghh!??" Clive's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. A noise he thought he wasn't capable of making tore free from his throat. Every time he thought he had made every sound imaginable, Cid draws a new one out.
"There's my good boy," Cid said with a smile, finally pulling away from Clive's hole with a sheen of spit around his lips. He paused his ministrations long enough to change positions; he lowered Clive back down to the bed and settled near his feet again. His hand reached back between Clive's legs, two fingers sliding into his well-worked hole and his thumb pressing back against his perineum.
"You're so sensitive here. Not every man can come with nothing but a press inside them."
Perhaps he was quite sensitive, more so than most. But it also didn't help that Cid was saying all those things that made his dick twitch in interest and his hole clench in the air. It was still spit slick and the cold air felt strange again such a sensitive spot. Hearing the praise had him drooling into the pillow, eyes glazed over in pleasure. "F-fwuuuuuhh.. uuuck."
"Nor every woman for that matter," Cid continued, "but you... you were built to be fucked, weren't you, Clive?" He curled his fingers, pinning the prostate between his middle finger inside and his thumb outside.
Clive tried to speak but his tongue had grown heavy in his mouth. The praise was getting to him, lavishing over his body and fogging up his thoughts with little whispers of 'yes yes i was made for this'. Whatever noise he attempted to make came out in a low whine and was akin to a drunken slur. His insides clenched around Cid's finger and he nodded eagerly. So, so eager to please.
"You *love* it. A nice fat cock filling you up. Do you want me to fuck you again, Clive, you insatiable cockslut?" Cid laughed, but it held more affection than contempt. "I'm afraid I'm too old for that, but don't you worry. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart."
He nodded eagerly again, his hair sweat drenched and stuck to his brow. Clive let out a little keen and tried to present himself further for his viewing pleasure. Each motion tugged wonderfully at the ropes and he whimpered at the feel of it. He'd have bruises by the end. But they would be well earned ones. Like little badges of honor gained by his service to the man above him.
Cid's left hand joined the fray, wrapping around Clive's twitching cock and beginning to stroke. "Do you think you can come for me again?" Cid asked.
Clive wasn't sure if he could and shook his head. His mind didn't think so but his body seemed to argue against him on this point. He was flagging and at attention within his palm. The spilt seed and spit made the motion more slick, making a wet suction noise while Cid's hand glided over his cock. It was only a few slick jerks later that had him dripping the last few drops free in another oversensitive display.
"Good boy, I knew you could do it." Cid kept working his hands through the orgasm, milking Clive for all he was worth. He watched for the pleasure to fade into pain, worked him for a moment longer, then eased off the most sensitive spots to run filthy hands over Clive's body.
Clive was on the brink of sobbing again, his body trembling like a leaf under Cid's touch.
"So good, so perfect for me" Cid murmured, making his way back up Clive’s body to kiss him again, gently this time, on his cheek and jaw and the corner of his mouth to let the boy catch his breath. “You did so well.” The rope holding Clive’s wrists came loose with a firm tug of the tail end and then the bindings were replaced with Cid’s hands, massaging the abused skin and guiding Clive’s arms to a more restful position at a snail’s pace.
Clive's body ached with each movement, his shoulders especially protesting being unfolded from their position. He let out a little whine as his elbows clicked and leaned up, desperate for Cid's warmth. His legs wanted to stretch out but the muscles still felt tight. Blinking tears out of his eyes, Clive crooked his head up as best as he could to kiss the man back.
"I know," Cid replied to Clive's wordless protest. The stiffness was expected, if unpleasant. He helped Clive sit up, if only so he could keep kissing him while he untied his legs. He kept his body as close as practically possible, trying to provide comfort through the primal senses of warmth and touch.
"Aches.." He managed to breathe out between kisses. His body shifted as he sat up. With shaky and tired hands, he threw them over Cid's shoulders to try and reel him in and deepen the kiss.
Cid just managed to undo the frog tie when he was snared again, wrapped in Clive's arms and being tempted so sweetly. He couldn't resist, letting Clive intensify the kiss, sucking at Clive's questing tongue and feeling a moan bubble out of him without his permission.
Despite how tense his muscles felt, he still lifted his legs up to slowly wind around Cid's waist. His desire to have him close outweighed anything else and he wanted to just lay there under his weight, safe and sound.
He chuckled at the feel of Clive's legs hitched over his hips. "Insatiable," he whispered. As much as Clive seemed to have endless desire for Cid, the older man felt an alarming level of reciprocity. Like there wasn't anything Cid wouldn't give if only Clive asked for it.
He indulged for a while, pinning Clive under his bodyweight and barely moving except to continue the kiss, slow but deep. When he finally broke off he had to hide his face in Clive's shoulder; if he looked into those sapphire blues too long he'd end up kissing him again and they'd never leave this bed. "Are you ready to move this someplace more comfortable? Because I don't know about you, but I'm liable to be starving when I wake up and this room does not come with a kitchen."
His response was a wide yawn that had his jaw clicking. Clive felt far too comfortable where he was and could spend the rest of his life under Cid. He was about to voice just as much when his stomach made a loud protest against him. It reminded him that he had only partook in a light lunch while on the way to meet Cid and that had been hours ago. His face heated up in embarrassment as it gurgled again at the thought of food.
Cid guffawed, a great booming laugh that only intensified at the look on Clive's face till he was nearly wheezing. "That's it," he forced out, "I'm taking you home." In a show of strength that he would regret tomorrow, Cid slung Clive over his shoulder.
Whatever complaints Clive had at the laughter from his plight or the audacity of picking him up in such a way died as his brain mulled over a certain word. Cid had said it so easily and his ears burned as it repeated over and over in the back of his mind. Home. But he knew that Cid didn't mean where he had come from. That place he had been born and raised in was cold and unwelcoming. For years, it had stopped being a home. It was just a place he stayed because he didn't have anywhere or anyone else. Home didn't exist for the longest time.
But then Cid came crashing into his life and like a storm, he upended all those ideas like old wallpaper. He threw out the musty furniture and set to making a space for himself in his heart. Clive didn't even realize he had given the man a key. Home, Cid said with a smile and laughter that warmed him.
Home was wherever Cid planned to take him. He knew that now. His lips curled into a smile despite himself and he didn't resist the carry, instead setting his hands along the curve of his shoulder to help balance himself while they moved.
**scene**