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Clive drooled into the pillow. His heaving chest pressed into the mattress of Cid's bed, tucked into the corner of his solar, with his ass up in the air. Cid's grip on his hips the only thing keeping his legs from giving out beneath him.
He didn't know exactly how deep Cid's cock was inside him, but it already felt like it was pressing up against his stomach. The stretch of his arse's rim like nothing he's ever felt before.
"How much left?" Clive asked, panting.
"I'm only about halfway in... Let me know if you need me to pull out, aye?" Cid said and Clive felt relief at hearing that he wasn't the only one out of breath despite their significant lack of movement.
"Don't you dare!" Clive growled back, trying and failing to keep his voice steady.
Cid had warned him. When Cid told him that having sex with him was bothersome and took some extra doing, naturally, Clive assumed that he meant he might have trouble... getting it up, so to speak. The man was always lamenting about his age, and the curse ate at his limbs. It wasn't that far of a stretch to assume it might've weakened his neither regions in some way as well.
He did NOT think it was because the man was hung like a fucking HORSE.
Half a bottle of oil and 20 minutes of working Clive open with his fingers, and his hole still struggled to swallow Cid's monster of a cock. And yet, Clive wanted it. In this very moment he wanted nothing more than to feel Cid's hips flush against his ass, his dick as far inside him as it could reach.
Cid gently rolled his hips and Clive wailed as another inch sunk in. Tears slid down his cheeks to join the pool of saliva wetting the pillow.
"Fuck... I'm not hurting you, am I, lad?" There was a quiver of concern in Cid's voice. Clive immediately shook his head. Truthfully, it did hurt. His ass felt like it was on fire and his legs wouldn't stop shaking from being spread so wide to accomodate for Cid's girth. Clive was no stranger to being hurt, far from it, but this was the first time that the pain felt... good. Before this, he never would've imagined how different, how enjoyable, pain could feel when it was on his own terms. Addicting, even. He wanted more. More of Cid. Wanted every inch of the man he had to offer.
"I'm fine." Clive's voice cracked. "Keep going... please."
Cid cursed under his breath. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He pushed in, pausing only to half-hazardly pour even more oil where their bodies joined, until finally—finally—he bottomed out fully.
"Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe," Cid whispered in-between peppered kisses along the back of Clive's neck. Lapping with his tongue at the sweat there. It felt like the calm before the storm.
Clive hadn't even realized he'd stopped breathing. He took a couple of deep breaths, at Cid's behest, gulping air like a drowning man. He felt every vein, every bump, every throb of Cid's cock sending a ripple of sensations that spread through his ass, his hips, his thighs, and echoed in his own cock as pure pleasure. Clive's dick was rockhard and dripping pre-cum and Cid hadn't even started thrusting yet.
"You ready, lad?" Cid grabbed hold of Clive's waist and adjusted his positioning a bit. Clive couldn't find his voice, his heart thundering violently against his ribcage, so all he did was nod and whine and hope that Cid understood. And it appears that he did because soon after, Cid starts thrusting. Slowly, at first. The drag of his dick pulling on Clive's stretched taut rim, in and out, as he's impaled.
Clive fights the current of his impending orgasm, every push and pull of Cid's hips urging him closer and closer to the precipice. Until he can't any longer. One of Cid's thrusts pushes hard into his prostate and he comes with a soundless scream. He comes so hard his vision white-outs. A storm reaching its crescendo.
Cid snarled as Clive's hole tightened around his dick. A vacuum sucking him into its inviting warmth everytime he pulls back. It's too much and not enough at the same time. Clive's deep moaning spurred him on. Draping himself over Clive's back, Cid grabbed his hips in a bruising grip, and picked up his speed.
It gave Cid a sense of pride in making such a refined and stoic man such as Clive Rosfield cry out in pleasure. Again, and again, and again. Drowning out the whining of the bed as it rocks with them and banged against the wall. He's pretty sure that all of Hideaway can hear them. Part of him hopes that they do. Let everyone know that he's laid his claim on the lad. That Clive is his.
Possessiveness grabbed hold of Cid's heart in a way that he's unprepared for. He leaned in closer, grabs a handful of dark locks of hair and uses them to twist Clive's head around so that he can capture his mouth, swallowing his cries. He licked into his mouth, elated at Clive immediate reciproval. He wondered then, with how closely his chest was pressed flush to Clive's back, if the lad noticed his heart skip a beat.
When Clive came a second (or is it third?) time, Cid had no choice but to follow suit. Clive's inner walls clamped down on him so tightly it hurt, milking him of every drop of cum his body produced. He caught himself before he collapsed fully onto Clive, encircling the lad's waist, he rolled them to lie on their sides instead.
It took a while for them both to catch their breath. To come down to themselves from their throes of passion.
"It didn't hurt, did it?" Cid eventually asked, pressing a kiss to the back of Clive's ear.
"No, it did," Clive said, and Cid was about to retreat his arm when Clive grabbed it, entwined their fingers, and planted a kiss at the back of his hand. "... But I enjoyed it."