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Charon stares at him, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward just enough to make Cid uncomfortable. He feels like a little boy again, who got caught attempting to steal some freshly baked goods from the kitchens.
It was never his fault that they smelled so delicious, but it was his fault for stealing them. Or rather, getting caught.
“What?” He sputters. Charon straightens up again, having seen all that she needed to see and takes a drag from her cigarillo. There’s a faint waft of vanilla.
“Cid got hold of you, did he?” She asks as if that explains every little thing in the world. And the truth is, it does. Clive shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh. He had tried his best to keep it on the down low, not too obvious despite the minor decorations that Cid had left on him. The shirt he had picked did the job well enough of covering them up. It looked ridiculous with the vest, but it seemed that his lie that the shirt had been old and needed some mending had been accepted by most.
“Don’t pull that face, he’s gotten hold of half of the people here at the Hideaway. Your sight here is not the first and it sure won’t be the last. Hells, I’d do him myself if I was a few years younger and was certain it wouldn’t completely rearrange my hips from my spine.” Charon waves with her cigarillo and Clive does his absolute best to not conjure up that mental image.
Don’t think about Bighorns and you end up thinking about Bighorns.
“Listen, just, don’t tell anyone?” Clive asks her, leaning in a little to her booth only to have his elbows swapped out from under him. He puts his hands together as if to pray. “Please?”
“As if it’s such a secret?” Charon scoffs. “Clive, your look is one many others have worn. You’re not that good at hiding it, if that’s what you’re thinking and hoping. But.” She puts the Cigarillo between her teeth and turns around, rummaging through her goods. “It’s none of my business. And therefore I don’t really care.”
She lifts and drops a box on the counter. “Here, seeing you’re the latest one he’s snared. Bring this up to him the next time you go to him.”
Clive glances at the box at first, and then pulls it closer to him. “What is it?” He can’t help but ask.
“What, do I seem like the merchant who shares the secrets of my customers? You got the wrong idea about me. This on the other hand, is my business and I do it well mind you. If you want to know you’ll have to go and ask him that. Now, off you go.” Charon brushes him off, ushering him on his way. Clive grunts and lifts the box from the counter. It’s heavier than he looks, which tells him that it can’t be the lube that Cid has to order in through her.
That makes him better, at the very least. Knowing he’s not lugging lube from Charon’s toll with hickeys up to the man who will probably end up using more with him. If the faiths will have it.
When he reaches up to Cid’s chambers, he knocks at the door with his foot, waits for a sound of acknowledgement and then with the help of his elbow gets the handle down.
“Ah, Clive!” Cid sounds absolutely delighted as Clive enters the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He raises the box for the man to see.
“Charon delivery.” Clive brings the box over to Cid’s desk and puts it down next to the papers, books and scrolls that he’s going through. He only catches a glance off them but tries to pay them no mind. For as long as Cid doesn’t ask for his opinion, Clive will do his best to give the man his privacy but he can’t deny that he’s a little bit curious.
“Oh perfect, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” Cid pulls the box over to him and begins to pry it open.
“Charon knows,” Clive says as he sits on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest and watches as Cid tackles the ropes tying the box shut.
“Of course Charon knows. What does Charon know?” Cid doesn’t even glance at him, unties a knot and tosses the rope over the back of the box. Clive almost wants to give the man a stare for that statement, acting as if he doesn’t have a single clue. But he decides against it, Cid has a lot of things on his mind. And Charon probably does know everything that’s going on in the Hideaway.
“She knows about us, what we got up to.” Clive watches as Cid undoes the second rope and tosses it away, lifting the lid of the box and peering into the contents. He keeps up the pretense that he’s not interested. Though with the lid of the box facing him and Cid all but disappearing behind it as he peers into it doesn’t exactly put an end to his curiosity.
“And?” Cid lowers the lid and shuts the box, stroking his hands over it. “Does that bother you?”
“Well. I’d rather not everyone know, to be honest. But your presents have made that rather difficult. Anyhow. I thought you deserved to know at the very least that Charon knows. For… reasons, I suppose. I don’t know.” He shrugs, feeling awkward now and the heat rising to the tips of his ears once more. He can only hope that his face doesn’t flush.
“Do these sorts of conversations bother you, Clive?” Cid asks with a grin. Clive shakes his head. They really don’t. He’s a grown man, he’s no angel and he’s definitely sinned more times than he can count before he ended up on his knees in front of Cid. But there's just something about the other man's charm that gets to him. That unravels him. “Charon knows, so what? For me at least. You’re not the first she knows about with me, and you probably won’t be the last either. Still. I appreciate you taking my image into consideration and letting me know. Thank you, Clive.”
“You’re welcome,” Clive mutters and uncrosses his arms. Curiosity takes the better of him and he nods at the delivery he lugged up all the way to Cid’s chambers, as if the chairs had murdered him in the ascent. They had only mildly inconvenienced him to be honest. The steps weren’t at regular intervals. “What’s in the box?”
“Nosy are you?” Cid laughs and picks the box up from the desk and puts it down on the floor beside him, deciding not to elaborate and leave him hanging. “All joking aside, I do believe we should have a conversation, just the two of us. You can stay seated on the desk if you like.” Cid leans back in his chair and swings up his legs on top of the desk. He gives Clive a nudge with the tip of his boot. “About us and what happened. Just to make things clear and sort out any potential misunderstandings.”
“Alright.” Clive straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest again, pretending to be as stoic as he knows he’s not. He’s sure that Cid can see right through him, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. “Go on then.”
“Well. I just wanted to make sure that we both can agree that what happened took place because we both were after some physical pleasure, and we both scratched that itch. I also want to make it clear that while I do flirt like a shameless prostitute in a brothel, that I am not really someone who is… well, chasing romantic feelings. If you can understand what I’m trying to say here. That ship has sailed once upon a time and it is by now far away from shore.”
“Oh.” Clive nods a couple of times. In his chest his heart does something funny. He can’t quite figure out if it’s dropping, skipping beats or taking extra, or all three at the same time. He does feel his mood darken a little, and he realizes that he’s disappointed in hearing that. Clive’s never been good at identifying such feelings, and while he had acknowledged that he had an attraction to Cid on some level (which had only grown since their encounter) he hadn’t realized he was having those feelings. “Yeah, alright.”
Cid doesn’t say anything and tilts his head to the side, drumming his fingers on the table as he watches. “Does that bother you?”
“No.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Clive lies. He straightens up, hoping that it will give off the illusion that it doesn’t. Fake it until you made it , he had heard that on a couple of occasions beforehand.
“Alright. Well, you leave me no choice but to take your word for it.” Cid’s words weigh heavy, giving him an additional moment to speak up. Clive decides against it. The silence hanging between them is unbearable. “But, that does leave us like two adults here. And I am adult enough to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed our previous encounter, and wouldn’t mind having an arrangement between the two of us for some more of these, hm?” Cid raises an eyebrow as he watches Clive, gouging him for an answer.
Clive snorts. “What, you think I’m going to say no to good sex?”
“I’m expecting you to say no to good sex if you think there’s feelings involved. And yes if you’re sure there’s not going to be any.”
“There’s not going to be any,” Clive answers confidently even if it is yet another lie. Fake it till you make it. He had already shoved so many things of his life down so deep that he had forced himself to forget about it. He could force down a handful of feelings until he forgot about those as well. People got rejected all the time and had to get over it. You didn’t do that by constantly acknowledging them, you did that by ignoring them. Clive was excellent at ignoring things.
For a short moment it looks like Cid is going to call him out on the lie. And yet again he seems to give Clive some time to come out clean. To change his mind and to backpedal. Pulling out of the idea and arrangement and leave the room all together. But he sits firm on the desk. He can do this, he knows.
Sex can be just that. Sex. He can forfeit any emotions that come with it and just focus on the pleasure and nothing else. A decent orgasm was all it was going to take.
“Alright, good.” Cid smirks and removes his legs from the desk, leaning in over it. “And just so you know. If I find out you’ve been lying to me I just might have to put you over my lap and spank you.” Cid winks, and this time Clive does feel his face flush.
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“I feel disgusting,” Clive mutters under his breath as they stumble back into the Hideaway. It has to be past midnight. There’s no one wandering around in the caves and the lanterns are only flickering with a low, dimmed light. There is a hint of laughter coming from The Ale hall, however. The kind of laughter that’s left behind by the last two standing patrons and the person tending the bar.
“Smell disgusting too.” Cid adds as he passes Clive by, patting him on his shoulder as he does. Unlike Clive, he isn’t covered in blood. Which tends to happen if you take a different alternate route to the spot, turn up late to the show and only help finish off the last two wolves from a pack of seven, both of them already knocking on death's door.
“Thanks to your late entrance,” Clive mutters. It’s going to be a bitch to get the blood off, but he’s more worried about the smell. Just because he’s now worn his new outfit for a couple of weeks doesn’t mean he’s grown confident in the care routine that’s necessary for it yet.
“Stars always arrive late and all that.” Cid bounces up the first couple of steps, halts, and then spins in the spot. “You want a hot bath or a cold one?”
“What kind of question is that?” Clive asks, annoyed. “Of course I’d rather have a hot one.” Not that the Hideaway does have much hot water readily available. At least not for washing oneself. No. He’d have to do with cold water at this hour. Or so he thinks. He narrows his eyes and looks at Cid, who looks like the smug bastard that he is. “What?”
“Come on, follow me.” Cid gestures with some fingers and begins bouncing further up the uneven steps, taking several at each go. Clive looks after him, exhausted and tired, sore from fighting and dirty. But who is he to say no to their unofficial-official leader? He follows Cid up the steps and to his chambers, to which Cid is already so accommodating in holding the doors open.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Cid said when he shut the door behind them, took his sword still in its scabbard and tossed it to the bench with so little care that Clive could hear his commanding officer scream at him to never treat his sword like that. “If you ask really nicely, and give an approximate time of your return, you can get a hot bath. Well, at least if you’re me, that is.” Cid gestures for Clive to follow him again and leads him to the back of the chambers, pushing a curtain aside to reveal a copper bath. “Tada!”
“It’s empty.” Clive observes, wondering if this is some joke that Cid is playing on him.
“Well of course it’s empty, got to fill it up first.” Cid smacks Clive in the middle of his chest. “I said approximate time. They’ll keep the water warm and bring it to you when you arrive. If they pour it in at the time you gave them it’d be bloody cold when you arrive, wouldn't it?”
“I suppose. What did you do to deserve such luxuries?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Besides being the face forward for this entire thing.” Clive adds and turns around to look at Cid, who is wandering through his chambers, carelessly putting weapons all over the place rather than putting everything in one designated spot.
“Ah, you think I’m going to give away my little secrets? No. I’ve said enough. You ask nicely. You figure out the rest. if you do then you deserve it.” Cid smirks at Clive, and moments after that there’s a knock on the door. In an almost extravagant way Cid opens it, and in comes a handful of people carrying steaming buckets. Some of them have the bearer mark on their cheek, though Clive doesn’t recognize any of them as they pass them by and go to fill up the tub. The tub is filled halfway by the end of their visit.
“They’ll come by again soon enough, start getting out of those clothes will you? I’ll see if I can get them somewhat clean. What did you do? Stop, drop and roll?”
“If you must know,” Clive growls and begins to undo the buckle to his robe. No matter what he had said, Cid still persisted that it was a cape. “I had cut open a wolf from its guts and it was dead. Lying on the ground, another came at me and I blasted it up in the air with rising flames. The other wolf was close enough and… well.” Clive gestured over himself. Cid pulled a face.
“Gross. Didn’t get any in your mouth did you?”
Clive says nothing. Deciding that as long as he doesn’t speak it into existence then it never happened. Somehow Cid sees right through his little act. “Gross.” Cid mutters again and shakes his head, heading over to his dresser and yanks open one of the drawers. It screeches a little. “Wash out your mouth, there’s some water over there.”
Cid doesn’t have to tell Clive where, he knows where he cleaned up last time and he goes to do as he’s told before he begins to undress. Just as Clive finishes peeling off the bits and pieces of armor from him, there’s a second knock on the door, although this time they let themselves in. The second load of buckets get poured into the copper bath and are left neatly in a corner, with one standing still beside it. Clive figures that it’s filled with cold water, should the heat rise to his head.
Once free from most of the shackles he heads over to the bath and begins to open up his shirt. “You sure you don’t want one?” He asks and pulls it over his head, bundling it together and tossing it to the floor. The bright side with all the leather and armor is that at the very least his clothes didn’t get that dirty. And neither did he. It’s mostly sweat and a little bit of blood. His hair and face is the biggest mess of all.
“I’m sure, I’m a pretty lad.” You go and have a soak. You look like you need it.”
Clive dips his hand into the water. It’s hot, but it doesn’t burn his hand when he keeps it under. Perfect temperature for a bath. Clive strips out of his pants and spreads out his arms to keep his balance as he steps into the tub. When he sinks in it feels like a warm embrace of a mother who actually had loved him. His muscles tense up for a short instance at the surprise and sudden shift in temperature before they relax, and he groans as he feels his entire body go limp. “Creators that feels good.”
“Oh I bet, when was the last time you had a warm one?” Cid stomps around in his chambers, but Clive doesn’t bother keeping an eye on the man. He shuts his own and sinks in as deep as he can, trying to submerge as much of his body under the hot surface as he can. The aches he had been feeling all over slowly seem to knead themselves out of his muscles, knots untwisting.
“A warm bath? I can’t recall. They don’t exactly offer them out to us bearers, even in the army.” It must have been years since he last had a warm bath, now that he thinks about it. The last time he even had enjoyed washing up had been a couple of years ago in Dahlmekia during the summer. The sun had been blazing all day as they had marched, and in the early evening his group had halted by a small oasis where they had been able to take a dip. The water had cool against their skin and made them feel human once again.
“Should have known that before I asked.”
“Yeah, you should have,” Clive mutters, mostly to himself. Somewhere, far far away he hears a log crackle in a fireplace. Everything seems like a fog now.
“Here.”
Clive perks open one eye and sees Cid standing beside the tub, holding out a goblet for him, while drinking from the other. Clive takes it and gives the drink a sniff. Wine. “You’re spoiling me with all the fine things this evening.”
“Well. Seeing you have admitted you are dumb on this front.” Cid laughs. “They do come with the hope for more… physical activities, after your bath if you’re in the mood for it, so to speak.”
“What, you think me a whore who can be bought with a warm bath and wine?” Clive chuckles and drinks from the wine.
“I don’t know. Is it working?”
“It might be.” Clive smirks at Cid, putting the goblet of wine down on the floor beside him and shifts in the tub, splashing some water over his arms and chest and looks for a cloth. “You got some soap or anything I could use?”
“Ah, only the best of the best.” Cid bounces off again. Did he always strut like that or was he purposely setting up a show for Clive? It didn’t matter, he enjoyed the sight nonetheless. Cid grabs something out of the drawer he had pulled open earlier and throws it at Clive. He doesn’t manage to catch it and it splashes down in the tub. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” Clive takes the piece of soap and starts to clean himself off, figuring he’d save his hair for last. “So what’s our next move going to be?”
“We’re not talking about that now. One job at a time, Clive. We have to see how this one plays out first before we can go with the next. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I got plenty of ideas.” Cid returns to his side and sits down on the floor, facing Clive and stretches out his legs. Drinking from his wine. “I’ll pull one out when we get that far.”
“So what you’re saying is you have no idea what to do next?”
“I have an idea what to do next, I’m just not telling you right now.”
“You have no idea what to do next.”
Cid clicks with his tongue. “Have you so little faith in me?”
“I’m just saying. I’ve been through a lot of times when people would say such things to me only to find out that they truly had no other plan at all.” Clive shrugs in the tub and begins to wash his chest. Cid hums, not really taking his eyes off Clive, but seems to consider something. “What?”
“Nothing.” Cid finishes the wine in his goblet.
“If you say so,” Clive murmurs, not really all that bothered about Cid keeping up a pretense like that. If something he found it rather amusing. Cid said nothing more as Clive washed the rest of his body. He just watched as Clive did so, and strangely he didn’t feel watched. He was comfortable with Cid’s gaze, even if he knew that the man was after something more later once Clive got out of the bath. Something that Clive didn’t mind in the slightest.
It hadn’t been on his mind when they first had come up here. But it seemed like a nice way to round off the evening, a successful mission, a long hike back, a nice bath, wine, fuck, and then a good night of sleep. Or at least, depending on how many hours he could catch. Luckily for him, he had nowhere to be in the morning.
Once he was done with his body, he pulled his wet hands through his hair, attempting to wet it a little before he got started. That’s when Cid got off the floor, to fill up his wine, Clive presumed. When he returned, he kneeled behind Clive and pulled his hands out of his hair. “Here, let me do that for you.” Cid scooped his hand in the water and splashed more of it on his hair, now successfully wetting it and then rolled up his sleeves.
“Do you do this for all the people you sleep with?” Clive asked, giving himself over to the treatment as Cid’s fingers massaged his scalp.
“Nah, only the special ones. And you, you are special,” Cid said. Clive could practically hear the other wink. Clive chuckled and shut his eyes again. Tilting his head forward as Cid’s fingers worked their magic on him. Once Cid had managed to work his hair clean, he grabbed some herbs from beside him and wet them before he started rubbing them in his hair.
“What is that?” Clive asked, but didn’t bother to open his eyes and have a look. He trusted Cid, which was a strange and mildly terrifying sensation.
“Sage. It’s to make your hair smell nice. Helps clean it too.”
“I haven’t had that in my hair since I was the young lord.” Clive reminisced. His mother may not have had much of a hand in raising him, but she did make sure both of her children were always presentable and smelled nice. Strangely, he could find no ill memories associated with the scent. If anything it reminded him of a home he had lost.
“Bet you were a fancy little lord, did you have a sword too?”
“Course I had a sword. I was my brother's sworn shield.” Clive paused. “Not too sure about fancy, though. I was more out and everywhere rather than in the halls looking respectable.”
“Like most boys then.”Cid started rubbing the sage on the other side of his head. Clive’s neck was so relaxed he just moved his head however Cid directed it. “Do you ever think about it? Taking back your ancestral home and all that?”
Clive didn’t know how to answer that question. He remained quiet and chewed on the inside of his cheek as he debated it. He was a Lord, sure, he could pass by as a Lord, but a ruler like his father? No. He couldn’t see that in his future. It would be wrong to sit on a throne that was rightfully supposed to be his brothers. Especially since…
“No. I don’t think that’s for me.” Clive sighed. “There’s other things going on in the world now, more important things than that.”
“I hear you,” Cid mused and tossed the herbs away, scooped up some water and gently brushed out the bits and pieces that had rubbed off on him. “There, all nice and fancy.” Cid’s fingers slide up the back of his head into his wet hair, gripping hold of it gently and pulling it back. Clive takes a sharp breath, fingers now grabbing hold of the edges of the tub and watches Cid. Neck all open and exposed for the other man now.
Cid doesn’t do anything at first. He just watches him for a short moment, and then brushes his finger over Clive’s lips. The smell of sage is faint over them. “You really are a pretty little thing.” Cid muses, finger sliding over his marked cheek and tilts his head towards Cid as he leans in to kiss.
Clive relaxes in the kiss, stifling a little moan. He shifts his legs in the tub to turn a little, sending water splashing at the edges in a calming sound. Cid keeps kissing him, and Clive kisses him back like his life depends on it. Like they are to be separated for the rest of their lives. Behind his rib cage his heart is hammering away, forging a sword of the most beautiful steel ever looked upon by man.
Cid’s hand moves from his cheek, to his neck before Cid twists his shoulder. His hand twists on his chest and then dips under the surface of the water, going down over his stomach which flips at the touch. Clive shudders a little as he feels Cid’s hand palm him. “Oh,” He mutters during a short respite of a kiss.
Cid grins, brushing his nose over Clive’s. “I’ll ask again then, shall I? Do you wanna spend the night?”
“You don’t have to ask that really.” Clive barely gives Cid a moment to take in the answer before he kisses again. Cid’s grip of his hair is strong and it stings on the back of his scalp, just how he likes it. He enjoys the idea that someone is stronger than him, those little moments make it easier for him to relax and to give everything up. To allow someone else to be in control of him for a change.
It strikes him as a little bit weird, with his history as a bearer. But this way he’s still in ultimate control, Cid’s control of him is just an illusion. If Clive says stop he’s got full faith that the man will stop.
Cid arches his hips under the water, aiming for more of Cid’s touch. He’s hardening against him and Cid’s fingers easily slip around him, giving him a few strokes all while he leans in over, forcing Clive back once again. His tongue slips into his mouth and Clive groans in the kiss.
He keeps on kissing him seeing he’s got nowhere to go now for as long as Cid keeps him like that. And he’ll happily stay as long as the water stays warm. He grabs hold of Cid’s shoulder, fingers digging down into the muscles and dampening the shirt with his hand. He’s fully hard now and keeps rocking his hips with the touch.
Cid pulls back, lips all flushed and red from the kissing. He grins down at Clive. “Bed?” He suggests, raising one of his eyebrows in a coy manner. His hand underwater lets go of Clive’s cock and strokes up to his chest, thumb and index finger coming around one of his nipples, twisting it ever so slightly.
“On one condition.” Clive breathes out. Cid watches him, bemused and now just strokes his chest, letting go of his hair as if he’s giving Clive more autonomy while he voices his request, no matter how big and small it is. “This time, please do not leave any hickeys where people will see them?” He asks of Cid. Cid lets out a laugh and ghosts his fingers over a vague remnant of one of them. The skin was no longer the deep purple, but now it just looked like a faint bruise. Still a little sore, but just enough to heighten the experience.
“Alright, that’s a deal.” Cid gives him a nod. “Follow up question. Does this mean I can leave hickeys, as long as they’re not visible when you’re dressed in your usual attire?”
Clive considers this for a moment, and then nods. “Yes, that’s fine.”
“Alright then.” Cid pulls his hand fully out of the water and gives Clive a pat on his cheek before standing up. His pants are tight and he too is hard, or well on his way. “Get up, I’ll get you a towel so you can dry off somewhat, we don’t want to soak the bed.”
Clive puts his hands on the edges of the tub and forces himself to stand up. His legs feel a little bit shaky and for a moment he feels a flush of dizziness as the cold air hits him. He regains his senses the very next instant and Cid comes back to him as Clive steps out of the tub. Cid throws the towel over his head, draping it around his back before pulling him in so he can kiss him again. Clive plasters himself against the other man, kissing him as Cid’s embrace around him also dries him with the towel, guiding him through the room until he feels the bed against the back of his legs.
“Wait, wait.” Cid pulls back and raises the towel, putting it on Clive’s head and ruffles it, drying off the worst of it. “You know, you’d look stunning with your hair longer, you know that?”
“I’ve been told,” Clive mutters, pushes the towel off and kisses him again. He doesn’t say anything about how the army had rules in place when it came to hair length. He’s sure Cid knows. And now he’s a free man.
Maybe he will grow it out.
Cid gives Clive a moment, then he gives Clive a shove on his chest. He falls back onto the bed and sits up almost immediately, pawing at Cid’s shirt and pulling it up from out his pants. He kisses the bare skin as it becomes available, working to open the pants as Cid pulls his shirt off, and then once again brushes his fingers through Clive’s hair. It’s starting to become apparent that Cid likes pulling Clive’s hair just as much as Clive enjoys it being pulled. Just as he gets his pants open he gets a tug that pulls his head back, forcing him to look up to Cid. He grins at him.
“You going to give me more rules, like last time?” Clive inquires, trying hard to keep still and not squirm away. “It was kind of hot.”
“Rules? Oh, the not touching yourself?” Cid asks. Clive nods, he strokes his own thighs, coming close to his cock but purposely not touching himself in case Cid gives him that rule again. “Oh, you’d like that again, don’t you?” Cid asks, one hand holding him steady, the other stroking down, bringing two fingers over his lips. Clive takes them in his mouth and sucks at them. “Hmm. Fine. Alright. Rule one, Don’t touch yourself.”
Clive pulls back, lips popping off the fingers. “There’s more?”
“If I come up with them.” Cid keeps a smirk on his face. Clive can’t help but return it, even if it is a moment of disappointment when Cid removes his hand. “Actually, I got another one.”
“Oh?” Clive shuffles further up on the bed when he gets the push on his chest. “What’s that then?”
Cid keeps the grin on his face as he strips out of his pants. At some point in the evening he had gotten rid of his boots, Clive couldn’t recall when he had done that. It wasn’t important. “You.” Cid begins once he’s naked and gets on the bed, nodding up to indicate he wanted Clive further up on the bed. He obeyed. “Can’t come until I tell you to. And if you feel like you have to come, you either have to ask me for permission, or we pause everything until I tell you that you can. How does that sound for a rule?”
Clive watched Cid with a raised eyebrow, then chuckled. He had never tried denial like that before, but the idea sounded intriguing enough. “On the condition that I do get off at least once. You’re not going to leave me hanging.”
“Clive, I’m offended,” Cid murmurs before he kisses him. “Of course I’ll let you get off at least once.” He brushes their noses together. “Well, are we in agreement then?”
“It’s a deal,” Clive murmurs in between the kisses, letting Cid press him down against the bed so he’s laying down. He strokes his hands up Cid’s sides, brushing his nails against the skin not with the intention of scratching him, but at the very least give him some form of sensation.
Cid nuzzles under Clive’s jaw, pressing his lips against the soft skin and true to his word, doesn’t even bite down on it. Not until he reaches Clive’s shoulders. That’s when his teeth nip at the skin, working his way further down his chest and his pecs. Clive relaxes, letting Cid do most of the work for now. He’s been spoiled for the better part of the evening, a little kissing session more isn’t going to hurt.
And Cid keeps kissing further down, he slips to Clive’s stomach, to his abdomen and shifts further down until he kisses just above his hip, fingers wrapping around Clive’s cock and giving him a stroke. That’s all that he gets, because Cid disappears from him. “Stay right there.”
Clive bites back the question of where else would I go , because soon enough Cid is back at him with the lube. It hadn’t left the nightstand since their last session, which makes him feel oddly glad about it all. Clive knew it wasn’t flattering, but he had a mild jealousy streak that he tried to ignore.
Cid doesn’t do anything with the lube. He leaves it on the bed and returns to the position he was earlier, kissing Clive’s hip and jerking him off, slowly. “Now, same as last time, two?”
“Two will do great.” Clive mutters. He hadn’t needed more fingers than two last time. It was just enough to still get to enjoy some of the stretch. And it hadn’t been that long since the last time, he now also was a bit more comfortable and a bit more relaxed. Not that he had been nervous the last time but… second times were always smoother than the first. Cid probably had a better idea what made him tick, for better or worse.
“Two it is then,” Cid mutters. Clive shudders when he feels a lick against the underside of his cock. Hot and wet and he instantly wants more of it all. He tries not to beg. It would only be embarrassing to beg so soon. Cid gives him another one not long after that, and another, and another. His hand keeps Clive steady and then he feels two hot lips against the tip. Cid doesn’t take him in his mouth and instead leaves him hanging.
Clive makes a noise and writhes a little on the bed, trying real hard not to move his hips up. If Cid is going to take his time and slowly torture him? Then fine.
Cid doesn’t take him in his mouth, instead he goes right back at licking, all of him. Getting him nice, wet and worked up.
“You taste wonderful, you know that? Leaking already, you’re so excitable.” Cid squeezes Clive’s leg, he can feel his hot breath against his cock. Clive can’t come up with something clever in return. He doesn’t have to, not when he feels the lips right back at the tip, and then slowly letting Clive slip into him.
“Oh, oh that’s good,” Clive breathes out, even if all that Cid is willing to give him now was just the head in his mouth. The sensation is warm and mind blowing on its own. He reaches down to pat Cid on his head, feeling the short bristles of his hair against the palm of his hand. It’s not soft, and stings a bit which comes with short hair, Clive finds that he rather likes it.
Cid pulls away and licks down again before brushing his stubbled cheek against the inside of his thigh and Clive whimpers a little. It’s a soft burn which he wants more of instantly. “You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” Cid mutters as he presses kisses on the underside of his cock. “Answer me.”
“Just a little,” Clive mutters. As a response Cid takes him back in his mouth, sucking at him this time. He wrangles a moan out of Clive, the muscles in his abdomen twitch a little. He feels pressure against his hole from Cid’s fingers. There’s no lube, not yet anyway. But Cid’s fingers still feel a bit wet, either from saliva of the precum that he’s been leaking, perhaps even a combination of the two.
Cid keeps him in his mouth for a moment longer and Clive feels as if he’s about to lose his mind already. He feels the bed shift as Cid reaches for the lube, spreading a generous amount on his hand which goes right back against him. He can feel the fingers against him once more, now slippery. “That’s alright, maybe you won’t even have to lie to me in order to get you over my lap and spank you.”
Clive chuckles at the thought, it arouses him more than he’s willing to admit to Cid. “Maybe.”
“Not today though,” Cid purrs and slips in a finger, Clive moans again and nearly bucks down on it. “That’s a different type of play which you and I will no doubt have time for. But it is not this evening. I’m sure you’ll agree.”
“Uhuh.” Clive feels so lightheaded that he couldn’t have responded anything else even if he had wanted to. Cid slowly moved his finger in and out of him, deliberately keeping his touches and gestures slow and easy. Cid licks at him again, pushing in his finger as deep as he can. Clive groans at that, it’s barely been a minute but he’s already impatient for more.
Cid keeps working at him slowly and deliberately to pull all sorts of sounds out of Clive. He licks and sucks and kisses, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the inside of Clive’s thigh and he nips at the skin. He moves his finger in and out, curling it at the right spots and then he gives him the second finger along with it.
It has him moving his hips alongside the touch, slowly in and out of Cid’s mouth whenever Cid allows it to enjoy it all as much as he can. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” Clive mutters again, fingers scratching over Cid’s scalp, he feels his muscles tense up in his gut, feels the warm sensation spread through his body. He arches his back just a little and digs his heels down into the bed. “Oh fuck.”
Cid only gives it to him for an additional couple of seconds before he pulls away, sliding his fingers out of him and leaving Clive devoid of all sensation. It makes him whine in frustration. “What did I say?”
“What?” Clive blinks at him like an idiot, confused as to what Cid is getting at. Cid crawls up beside Clive and drops down on the bed to kiss him.
“What did I say?” Cid asks again, Clive blinks up at him, still not sure what he’s getting at. “I said, you’re not allowed to come until I say so. Now. Did I give you permission?”
“I didn’t come.” Clive mutters in defense. Cid clicks with his tongue and strokes Clive’s cheek, brushing his fingertips over the bearer’s mark. “I didn’t.”
“I know, but you came close, didn’t you? So let it serve as a reminder.” Cid winked at him, pushing himself up. “Roll over.”
Clive does as he’s told and rolls over onto his stomach. Cid moves behind him and settles down in between Clive’s legs, pulling him up by his hips. Clive moves along with him but remains with his head down on the bed. Ass up, face down. He can feel Cid’s cock in between his ass cheeks, grinding against him as Cid paws at him.
“You truly are a gorgeous sight,” Cid mutters under his breath. Clive can feel how Cid’s cock remains steady and in place, feels how Cid grabs one of his cheeks and pulls it aside as he presses the tip of his cock against him. Clive moans at the sensation of pressure, fighting hard not to push back against him.
“Oh fuck.” Clive’s arms break out in goosebumps as Cid pushes further inside of him. At first it’s slow as if Cid is met by resistance. Clive tries to relax and not tense up in anticipation, but it’s hard. And then it goes smoothly all at once. In one slick movement Cid pushes inside of him and the rest of him follows as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Clive gasps, shuddering on the bed as he can feel Cid grind balls deep inside of him. The grip of his ass lessens and is moved to his hip instead.
“There we go,” Cid mutters, his own voice a couple of notches deeper, however that is even possible. “You take me so well. It’s almost as if you’re made for me and me only.” Cid pulls back, and then pushes right back into him. Clive moans, grabbing hold of the bed sheets underneath him. His knuckles turn white.
“Keep going,” Clive asks of him, as if Cid would stop after all that build up and only two thrusts. Cid thrusts inside of him again, slow and deep, clearly not rushing into anything no matter how badly Clive wants to feel everything all at once. “Just like that,” He breathes out to no one in particular, most of his words muffled by the mattress.
“What was that?” Cid asks of him as he thrusts deeply into him, sending him bouncing forward a little. Cid lets out a little cry. His cock feels hot and warm in between his legs and he desperately wants to reach down and touch himself. He hears Cid rule somewhere deep in the back of his head and clenches his fists down harder over the sheets.
“Just like that,” Clive repeats, a little louder this time for Cid to hear. Cid laughs, deep and throaty and continues. He moves a bit faster now, but just as hard and as deep as he had before and Clive swears he can see the stars. Swears he can feel the thunder through his skin as Cid strokes a hand up Clive’s spine and onto the back of his head. He doesn’t pull him up, instead he keeps him pressed down in the bed and almost uses him as leverage to lean over him. Making it feel like Cid is even deeper inside of him.
“Fuck Clive,” Cid breathes, barely able to pull out far before he goes right back in. Clive whimpers, feeling his inner thighs begin to tremble from the sensations of it all. He feels that warm build up come again. It would have been embarrassingly soon had it not been for all that torture Cid had put him through before. “Cid, Cid I’m gonna cum,” He murmurs, this time remembering the rule and agreement that they had.
“That’s a good boy.” Cid lets go of him and pulls away, slipping out of him. Clive lets out another groan in frustration. The build up had been so good, and he had wanted so more and to be left hanging was… maddening. “Now imagine how good that’ll feel, when you’ve built up some practice on staying out of the edge without cumming, mhm? Bet you won’t even know your name afterwards.”
“Barely know my name now.” Clive breathes, feeling limp on the bed as he tries to push himself up onto all fours.
“Oh? And what’s your name?” Cid asks, stroking his hand over his spine again.
Clive blinks as he thinks. He knows it, but his brain needs an additional couple of seconds to send such information to his tongue. “Clive. Clive Rosfield.”
“Lord Rosfield, like a little wreck in my bed.”
“Lord Rosfield, like a little wreck in your bed.”
“You didn’t have to repeat that, but it was hot nonetheless,” Cid laughs. There’s a slight pull at his hair and Clive finally manages to push himself up on all fours. Cid puts a helpful arm around his waist and helps him further up so he’s just standing on his knees on the bed with Cid grinding against his ass. “Look down at the mess that you’re making.” Cid whispers in his ear.
Clive swallows thickly but does as he’s told, he looks down to the cock that Cid now puts his fingers around and strokes once, brushing his thumb over the tip to spread the precum over him. “Now. Think you’re ready for me again? Calmed down enough?”
Clive, who now can think a bit more clearly than before, nods. Cid leans back to what Clive assumes is to sit down on the bed, he pulls Clive down a bit against him and he can feel his cock press against him now. He slips back inside much easier than he had done before and pulls Clive down on his lap.
“There we go,” Cid whispers in his ear, gently rocking his hips with Clive. “How about you work some now, hm?” Cid presses a hand to the middle of Clive’s back so he has to lean forward, allowing him to use the support of the bed. He doesn’t have to be told twice. He begins to move his hips on top of Cid, moving back and forth on him in grinding movements, intent to feel as much of the other man as he can. Behind him, Cid moans and lets go of Clive’s cock, giving him all the free movement that he needs.
Clive tries his best to stay at a relatively slow pace. He doesn’t want to be told off like the last time of trying to hurry, not when the pace they got now is so perfect that he wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.
Cid has him working for a while, Clive loses track of the time he didn’t bother to keep. It isn’t until his shoulders and upper arms begin to strain a little that Cid directs him again. He pulls Clive back, letting him rest against his chest. He feels the lips against the curve of his neck, teeth just barely brushing over the skin but never once nipping. He turns his head to kiss him as Cid drapes his arms around Clive, holding him close and tight as if he has no intention of letting him go. He puts his own hand on top of Cid’s and intertwines their fingers.
“You feel good?” Cid asks, now rocking his hips a bit more into Clive, giving him more to feel.
“Uhuh.” It’s just about the only response he feels capable of giving. Cid takes his cock in his hand again and strokes him, this time giving him more than just a few and keeps going. “Oh that’s good.” He mumbles, feeling himself melt against the touch. “Fuck that’s real good.”
“Yeah? You going to cum?” Cid presses a kiss to the side of his forehead.
“No, not yet,” Clive breathes out. But he would be lying if he didn’t say that he was close. He moans again, a little bit more high pitched now than previously. His hips buck towards Cid’s hand, which has mastered the art of keeping a steady pace with just the right amount of pressure that Clive likes. There’s no faltering in there. “Close though.”
“You tell me when you’re getting there.” Cid grinds his hips against Clive, making him whine. He only barely manages to nod in response to him, not exactly feeling capable of thinking about anything else but how good that Cid is making him feel.
And it doesn’t take long. He feels the orgasm that had been denied him earlier build up in him with the same strength as before, now added with the additional pleasure that he had been given. He reaches up to Cid’s face, grabbing hold of his neck and holding on, tensing up his body again.
“Close?” Cid whispers into his ear. Clive bites down on his lip and nods. “Good, stay right there, don’t give in. No matter how good it feels.” Cid keeps going, rocking his hips into Clive. And the sensation of it all is incredible, it’s almost as good as the orgasm itself that Clive knows he could have. If Cid decided to let him.
“Cid-” Clive doesn’t even have to finish saying it for Cid to pause everything that he’s doing. He pulls his hand away and off Clive’s dick, and takes Clive by his hips instead to push him forward while he stays seated on the bed, once again slipping out of him. “ Fuck ,” Clive whines again in frustration, balling his fists as the pent up energy has absolutely nowhere to go and so decides to falter instead.
“The pay off will be worth it, Lord Rosfield, trust me on that.” Cid strokes his hand up Clive’s back a couple of times before Clive gives in and lays down on the bed.
“You’re torturing me.”
“You haven’t begged yet, so I wouldn’t exactly say that I have been torturing you.” Cid sounds absolutely bemused, giving Clive a light push on his side to make him roll over onto his back. Clive does so with another needy whine in response.
“You know.” Cid settles himself in between Clive’s legs, spreading them apart and strokes his thighs. “There’s some people who like the denying and edging so much that they go for weeks, sometimes months. They have all this fun play and until their master says yes, they’re not allowed to come at all. What do you think of that?”
“Weeks and months seem like overkill to me,” Clive mutters, watching Cid with intent focus. Cid’s eyes are dark as he watches all of Clive’s body. Drinks in all of him except his eyes.
“Well. That’s where they sometimes get weak, give in to it all. Get off anyhow, or by mistake. And then there’s punishment involved, that can be exciting. But, you’re right.” Cid strokes a hand up his chest and brings his fingers to Clive’s mouth, he instantly takes them in his mouth and sucks. “Weeks, months is a bit too long for my taste too. I personally find that the sweet spot is somewhere around ten days with daily play.”
“You’ve left people hanging for that long despite fucking them?” Clive manages to ask, Cids’ hand drips down to his throat, which he holds but never presses down on.
“Left them hanging, being left hanging.” Cid waves with his hand as if that explains everything. “Not to worry, we said today and today you shall still get off. You feeling a bit calmer now?”
Clive nods in response. Cid shuffles closer and presses against him. It just takes one smooth thrust to fill him right back up again. Clive moans again and arches his back towards him. “You really do take me so well.” Cid muses, instantly starting to thrust into him. Clive doesn’t respond, he just takes what Cid is willing to give him like the greedy boy that he is.
Cid doesn’t settle for the nice and relaxing pace they had earlier. He puts more hurry into it, thrusting harder and faster, leaving barely enough room for Clive to breathe. He puts his hands up over his head, trying to match the movements that he’s given from Cid as best as he can while Cid fucks him like there’s no tomorrow.
Cid takes Clive’s cock back into his hand to stroke him, making Clive whine in a manner that almost makes him blush. Cid laughs at it while Clive feels the orgasm race at him with the extra simulation. He wants to lock his legs around Cid, but fears that the other will take it as a sign that he’s close and once more stop.
It’s not entirely far from the truth.
“Fuck,” Clive whines, covering his mouth after to stifle a much louder moan he’s not sure Cid’s dingy door would manage to silence. He’s right back on that edge and he hears Cid’s words echo through his head from earlier. Stay right there.
He stays, he’s not sure how long he manages, but it becomes painful and hard and he feels like he’s moments away from failing. He wants to so badly but… “Cid, please! ” He finds himself begging the man. He’s not sure he could handle another edge like that, his mind would melt if he had to.
Except Cid gives him another edge. The hand disappears from his cock and Cid pulls back, leaving him all empty and without a single inch of skin against his own.
“ Fuck! ” Clive nearly shouts out in frustration. Everything hurts and everything feels amazing and all he wants is Cid’s cock right back inside of him to keep railing him into next Sunday. He can’t recall ever having been this horny and feeling this desperate. There’s even tears in the corners of his eyes now, he notices.
“There now,” Cid’s hand hovers over Clive’s thigh, barely an inch above it as if he were to stroke him, but denies him all form of physical contact. “How are we feeling?”
“Bastard.”
Cid laughs at that. “You like it, admit it.”
Clive bites down on the inside of his cheek. Hard, just so he can feel something considering a certain someone doesn’t let him. He nods.
“Now.” Cid takes one of Clive’s nipples in between his fingers and rests them there. He doesn’t do anything with it, doesn’t twist it, doesn’t even give him a small electrical jolt. He lines himself up again and pushes back in. Clive moans in such a way he’s never done before and it makes him feel outright filthy.
Cid doesn’t leave him waiting, he starts thrusting almost immediately. Returning back to the pace he had left off earlier. Clive moans as he takes it all, barely able to figure out the pace again and rock with him. So he takes it all once more, this time without Cid stroking his cock.
The fingers around his nipple twist, making Clive gasp and then shudder when he feels that small electrical spark again. Cid doesn’t drop a comment despite Clive’s moment of weakness, or if he did then Clive simply didn’t hear him.
“Fuck,” He gasps, shutting his eyes as they roll back. He grabs hold of the sheets again, desperate to hold on to something. He feels every move that Cid makes, so aware of his cock that he can’t touch and the glorious sensation of being so full by Cid. Clive never wants it to end.
Clive doesn’t need much more than that, the orgasm that Cid had pushed him to the brink off several times wasn’t far off, reminding Clive of his presence again. He bites down hard on his lower lip, nearly drawing blood as he clings to the edge of it all. Desperate for everything all at once.
“ Cid ,” Clive manages to whine, just barely hearing the moans and grunts of the other man as he works him. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, maybe he should have just kept it to himself until he came. What would Cid do if he had come by mistake? Punish him?
By the sound of it even those punishments had sounded enjoyable.
“It’s alright, Clive,” Cid pants, he grinds his hips fully into him and catches his breath. “Now you can come when you need to.”
But just because Cid has given him the allowance doesn’t mean he instantly does. Clive bites down on his hand instead, his lip now properly hurting. He’s so close he might as well be balancing on the edge, somehow still holding on while desperately trying to let go.
Cid brushes an electric thumb over his nipple, and now Clive comes.
It’s far too much all at once and yet not enough at the same time. The air gets punched out of him as he comes, muscles aching by tensing up as he does, nearly arching himself upwards. Tears are in the corners of his shut eyes and he feels the cum pool on his stomach. He had never been one to shoot.
And he couldn’t recall ever coming this hard as well in his entire life. There’s a twitch running through his body when he finishes, clenching down over Cid who had ground his hips against Clive’s ass, giving him all of his cock as he came. His muscles stay tense. As if they had forgotten how to relax before they finally do and he feels his body go limp. His hand above his head cramps as he lets go of the sheet, and he must have left clear bite marks on his other from the way he had bit down on them.
“Oh fuck,” He breathes, when he remembers somewhat how to speak.
“Worth the wait?” Cid asks with a laugh, shifting on the bed. Clive feels his soft lips on his cheekbone, and then giving him a little peck on his own.
“Mhm,” Is just about all that Clive is able to respond, already feeling himself drift off to sleep. He forces himself to shift, draping his arms around Cid’s shoulders to keep him there and kisses him again. He rolls his hips once, encouraging Cid to continue until he’s spent as well.
The kisses and the touches are enough to keep him awake, and Cid, with all the hard work he had put into Clive and his experience, doesn’t need much longer. He comes with a grunt himself deep inside of Clive, just the way he likes it before coming to rest on top of him. Clive gently plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Can I stay the night?” Clive whispers softly. The last thing he wants to do now is to leave. Not now when he’s got Cid in his arms like that, keeping him warm under his own personal weighted blanket.
“Course you can, Love.”
“Love? We’re going with pet names now?” Clive teases. He feels a pinch by his side, but it only really makes him giggle instead.
“Perhaps. Just for nights like these, huh?” Cid raises his head and looks down at Clive, then kisses him. “Does Love sound alright with you?”
“One would think that you’re catching the feelings you try to stay clear from, with a name like that.” Clive says, trying hard to ignore the feeling of hope burning deep in his chest.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Cid winks at him.
“Okay.” Clive strokes some of Cid's hair out of his forehead. At some point it had come falling down.
“I can live with that.” He lies.