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The plug slides home with a delicious pop that leaves Cid groaning in desire. He tries not to clench around the delicious intrusion, but it’s so godsbedamned lovely that he can’t help giving the plug a squeeze or two as the toy settles in.
Clive’s raspy chuckle only makes him clench again. “Didn’t know you were this into it.”
Rather than answer with his usual wit, Cid all but melts under the hand rubbing along his lower back. A pleased hum rumbles in his chest as the rubbing turns into something more akin to a massage.
Softly, Clive says, “Beautiful as you are like this…”
Ah. Yes, of course. They had plans.
Even so, Cid languishes a bit longer before rolling onto his back. The plug settles in nicely, making him groan at the delicious rub against his prostate. It’s a toy of his own making, more long than thick, reaching better than his own fingers can.
He looks at Clive, shivering under the searing gaze of the other man. The younger man licks his lips before crawling between Cid’s legs. Still in his leathers, the rest of him is on full, glorious display. His broad, muscular shoulders, pecs swollen with muscle, his outline cutting into a narrow waist that emphasizes his chest all the more. Add the soot black hair, oceanic eyes, and a soul so tender and stubborn, he’s the most beautiful man Cid has ever seen.
And the way Clive looks at him seems to suggest he feels the same way. In a brief fit of self-consciousness, Cid glides a hand from his chest down to his thigh. He would have thought this a better fit for his lover, but Clive insisted, and he is weak to the man who asks for so little for himself.
At his chest sits a snug fit of what on a woman would be called a bra. Cid admits to himself that the band is perfect, digging into nothing, just a soft stretch under his pecs. The hand-woven lace cups his chest, covering all but a lewd triangle from the bottom of his sternum to the middle, squeezing his pecs in an attempt at cleavage. It doesn’t work on him, but the way Clive’s eyes linger there seems to indicate the effect is working all the same.
The straps are thin, slinging over his shoulders, and then there’s naught but bare skin until he reaches his waist. More lace wraps around, a perfect fit, with twin straps trailing down the outer side of each thigh until they cling to more lace; garters, specifically, blending into long stockings that cover his toes. In what is probably a wise decision, Clive didn’t even bother asking him to put on the underwear. It leaves Cid’s swollen cock at attention, flushed red, thick, large. His balls are heavy, growing tighter with each breath that makes the man before him shiver.
Clive bites his lip, appearing seconds away from ripping the lingerie off altogether. Instead, he unlaces his own leathers, sighing as it relieves pressure on the bulge straining against the seams. Cid shifts a little, opening his legs wider, allowing the younger man a look at the plug nestled firmly inside.
A low sound catches in the other man’s throat, barely escaping in a wheeze. Emboldened, Cid allows his lingering hand to stroke into his inner thigh, hips hitching up, fingers tracing over the plug that gets him moaning softly.
Blue eyes sharpen, riveted to where Cid’s fingers tease at the toy. Clive is quick to strip out of the rest of his clothes, not once taking his eyes from his prize. Cid is happy to luxuriate under his gaze. Knowing that he, of all people, is on the sole receiving end of Clive’s romantic and sexual affections, feeds a yawning chasm he never quite knew existed.
When Clive leans forward, Cid scoots back, delighted at the shadows that flicker over his lover’s eyes. He rubs at the plug, groaning louder than he normally would—reveling in the needy expression that lines Clive’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Cid all but purrs the words, shuddering when the plug grinds against his prostate. He doesn’t even try to mend the fractures in his tone. “Not enough for you, love? Do you need me bound, too?”
A desperate yet strangely controlled growl rasps out of Clive. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Or what?” Cid grasps the base of the plug, throwing his head back as pulling on it stretches his slickened rim, a whine perforating his words. “Or you’ll—nngh, fuck—you’ll not fuck me?” He shoves the plug back in, his voice pitching briefly, vision whitening as he grinds it into that delicious sweet spot once more. Gasping, “I f-find that… quite difficult to believe…”
A strong grip takes his wrist, yanking it away. Pinning it above his head. Cid can’t help a small gasp, even as he tries to break free. But Clive tightens his hold, crowding him, knees pushing under Cid’s thighs to curl him up tighter. The lad’s cock is raging red, dripping profusely, barely grazing Cid’s own. He groans at the sight and feel.
Hoarsely, Clive says, “Of course I’ll fuck you. Founder damn it, Cid, I love you.”
Even as the sweet words pour past his lips, Clive grasps the base of Cid’s plug. Tugging, then pushing, rolling it in circles until Cid cries out. Pulling it back, his keen gaze riveted to the slight of what must be slick, red-rimmed muscle clutching at the inner flare of the plug, before Clive shoves it back in. Both men groan, Cid at the feel, Clive at the sight. A hot-cold sweat breaks out along Cid’s flesh. Fuck, he wants—he needs—he needs.
Clive curses, low and raspy, his fingers releasing the plug with notable reluctance. He climbs over Cid, straddling his torso. Strong hand going to his cock to squeeze, stroke, bringing a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip. Cid’s amusement vanishes altogether at the sight. He swallows, hard, the bump in his throat bobbing as Clive inches closer.
“If you want me,” says Clive, tone slightly trembling, “then get me wet for you.”
All Cid needs to do is open his mouth, and Clive understands, feeding him his cock without any more preamble. Cid eagerly wraps his lips around him, sucking immediately, moaning at the stretch of his mouth. He’s always been accused of being big, but fuck, Clive’s cock is perfect. An incredible girth, enough to stretch without reaching the pain level, and his hips just so skilled as to fuck Cid the way he likes it.
He will literally do anything for this man. He has.
Swearing under his breath, Clive tangles his hand in Cid’s hair, cheeks flushed as he rolls his hips. Cid’s eyes lapse shut, his voice a broken keen when that thick cock attempts to drive into the back of his throat. It’s addictive, how much Clive wants him… and how badly Cid wants to make him come. Inside his ass, his mouth, on his stomach, his face… anywhere, just to see the sheer pleasure that wracks Clive through his entire orgasm.
The younger man rocks slowly, eyes riveted to the sinuous, wet slide of his cock in and out of Cid’s mouth. And Cid can’t help but suck hard, moaning at the feel, the musk-salt taste, knowing how no one else can do this for Clive.
After a momentary pause, he slurps off the delicious cock, turning his attention instead toward the base, licking over his balls. When Cid gently pulls one into his mouth, Clive whimpers.
Even so, the lingerie isn’t forgotten. Clive gropes down Cid’s sides, his chest, his thighs. Peppering him with delightful kisses that make Cid shiver. Fingers snapping the garter belts until Cid hisses from the red sting on his flesh. Even then, Clive doesn’t let up, instead tugging on the thigh straps until he’s somehow coaxed Cid into lying on his back, legs writhing, hooking over Clive’s shoulders. Cid’s breath leaves in a wheeze as Clive folds him up, kissing him with such hunger that Cid nearly loses the rest of his breath.
Lips still attempting to devour him, Clive rocks his hips. Both groan when his cock presses against the plug before sliding up and they find a new comfortable position: Cid on his back, and Clive grinding against him, their lengths warm and firm, friction and passion.
Cid curses his hands for trembling as he cradles his lover’s jaw, panting into his open mouth. Exchanging heat, slippery with desire. Every delicious rub of Clive’s cock against his is another reminder of the sole pleasure they take with one another.
And while Cid is typically the chatty one, Clive sometimes overflows with words. Like today.
“Fire and flames, Cid, look at you. So lovely and wrapped up for me. Fuck, I want to spend the whole night inside you, feeling you clench, keep me in place.” His words send waves of appreciation and no small amount of levin coursing through Cid. He arches against the younger Dominant, moans, and gasps when Clive’s rambling pauses when his attention diverts to one of Cid’s nipples. Despite being masked by lace, the lad zeroes in on it, sucking the nub into his mouth, material and all. Cid chokes, an undignified keen bubbling in his throat. That only seems to make Clive more ravenous. Sucking, biting around the areola, flicking his tongue and drooling over the lace. Just when Cid is about to beg off, that it’s too much, the lad switches to the other side, ensuring no part of him feels neglected. Combined with the plug, it drives him to near madness, getting so much stimulation.
Clive pops off lewdly, groaning and sucking on the exposed flesh of his sternum just above the band. Cid writhes, well aware how deeply Clive’s kisses bruise—and wanting them all the same.
“Cid…” His name expels in a heavy, warm breath, callused hands grasping his thighs. “Please, let me fuck you.”
Shivering, Cid manages to say, “Aye… aye, love. Need you.”
Clive’s hands tremble, giving away his nerves and excitement as he reaches down. Gently pets Cid’s dick, hissing a sharp breath as he gives it a squeeze, and his balls a soft caress before he finds the plug. Cid moans when it’s tugged on, clenching briefly before reminding himself to relax. Clive watches, eyes wide open and fixated on the sight of Cid’s hole gripping the plug, all but fighting its removal. A pink tongue licks his lips, not at all helping Cid’s want for him.
At last, the plug pulls free, and Cid cries out. They didn’t have it in for long, but fuck if it wasn’t worth every moment. His cock is almost painful now, a deep red and leaking.
Clive shifts his knees under him, slinging one of Cid’s legs back over his shoulder, free hand pumping his cock until it’s bobbing and shiny with oil. By the time the blunt head rubs against Cid’s wanting hole, the older Dominant is so damn ready that if Clive didn’t have him fairly pinned, he’d flip the lad and seat himself.
Slowly, Clive pushes in. Cid bites down on a whine, chest heaving as he watches the gorgeous younger man curled over him, face screwed in utter concentration as he worked his cock in. The stretch is just on this side of painful, but Cid loves it. He loves how sweat beads upon Clive’s face, dripping off his nose while he cautiously thrusts in. He loves the deep flush on his face, spreading down his neck and across his chest; loves that Clive is whimpering and gasping, apparently so rocked with pleasure that he looks seconds from crumbling apart just pushing inside him.
When he bottoms out, both men groan. Cid is ready, hooking his other leg around his lover’s waist, but Clive remains propped on both hands over him, trying to catch his breath. Poor lad looks ready to crack.
Much as Cid loves him, he’s getting a bit impatient. He hums, looping his arms around Clive’s neck, bringing him in for a shuddering kiss. The younger man surges into it, tongue prying past Cid’s teeth to taste every inch of his mouth. Cid rocks against him, chuckling against his mouth when Clive lets out a punted breath.
“What’s wrong?” drawls Cid, nipping at the other man’s lip. “Aren’t you going to fuck me before I die of old age?”
Were they not in the deadlands, he’d swear the spark in Clive’s gaze was true fire. But his taunt has the desired effect. The lad pushes himself up, hands on Cid’s chest, and thrusts.
The force snaps Cid’s head back. A strangled groan wrecks his throat, quickly followed by a gasping moan when Clive rears back and starts fucking him. Cid grips at him, blunt nails digging into his shoulder, doing his best to memorize the look of concerted effort in the lad’s face. Clive’s eyebrows are drawn, his lips taut as he huffs between breaths. Every stroke in lights Cid up from the inside, each twist of Clive’s searching hips offering a boon of psychological pleasure, adoring how much his lover wants him to feel good as well.
Then Clive strikes that perfect spot, and Cid’s thoughts melt into liquid. He howls, voice cracking at the end, gasping for air as Clive curls further into him. The lad’s hips don’t stop; if anything, his thrusts are more pointed and demanding.
“Right here, yes, Cid, yes, yes.” Clive’s rasp is a silver-ringed song to Cid’s ears. Each strike to his prostate has his every nerve sparking, the desperate clutching of their hands, attempting purchase with each other, adding fuel to the shared Dominants’ fire. Cid shouts himself hoarse. Clive shrugs off his leg, allowing Cid to wrap them around the lad’s sinful waist, his heels pressing him closer in. “F-Founder, Cid, I’m—”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he gasps, voice ruined.
Clive keens, burying his face into Cid’s neck. Biting, nipping, tugging on the strap of his bra, fingers thumbing over his sore nipples as pleasure ricochets back and forth, from his cock to his nipples to his core, bleeding out of his fingertips, slipping out of his pores between each heavy breath—
And then Cid comes with a cry. His heels press against Clive’s tailbone, driving the younger man to desperate thrusting until he spills inside as well. Even as Clive trembles through it, and Cid is coasting on the tail end of his own orgasm, he pulls Clive in for a kiss. Breathless, tight, their bodies damp and slick, his insides squeezing around Clive’s cock, which has not yet begun to soften.
“Perfect,” whispers Clive, tendrils of dark hair sticking to his forehead. Cid brushes one away from his eyebrows, the fondness in his chest swelling. “I love you.”
“I love you.” With that, lace clinging to his sweat-soaked body, Cid pulls his lover in close. It’s too hot, too much, but the sensation of Clive’s heart beating against his chest is one he’ll always treasure.