Cid pants in delight, in the lurid exhibitionism of it all as he’s touched, as his clothing is pushed aside. He lets his clothing continue to slip down his arms. His body is well toned, though the skin is starting to show some signs of age. All that sun and dehydration had taken a toll on him, after all. Still, it looked good on him.
“Oh, everyone says that,” Cid replies as his hips cant forward with the attention to his nuts. Cid gives the two of them a hearty squeeze as he leans in to find his mouth again and reclaim it.
And then Cid’s hands release them, moving to touch Vander’s chest and pluck the lubricant tucked into his shirt. He doesn’t need to look, and he doesn’t bother pausing the heated kissing as he squirts just a bit too much lube over his hand. Like an old pro (and perhaps he was one), Cid reaches back to finger himself with swift eagerness. He grabs Vander’s cock from between his own legs, pumping it to coat it beforepositioning it as carefully as he can.
“Alright,” Cid says, not giving enough information- though seems to be indicating for Vander to do something- as he raises and lowers his hips, pressing his hole against the blunt head of Vander’s cock. Cid stares off for a moment, wincing slightly as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. And as he breathes out, he lowers himself on quivering thighs, sucking breath again as it breaches and stretches so magnificently that his eyes force shut.
That was the hard part done, his shoulders draw up as he presses his forehead against the other man’s collar. Bit by bit he slides it in, ‘til he’s halfway through and his weight suddenly brings him fully down back onto Vander’s lap. Cid groans, grasping the other man around the neck for dear life.
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“Oh, everyone says that,” Cid replies as his hips cant forward with the attention to his nuts. Cid gives the two of them a hearty squeeze as he leans in to find his mouth again and reclaim it.
And then Cid’s hands release them, moving to touch Vander’s chest and pluck the lubricant tucked into his shirt. He doesn’t need to look, and he doesn’t bother pausing the heated kissing as he squirts just a bit too much lube over his hand. Like an old pro (and perhaps he was one), Cid reaches back to finger himself with swift eagerness. He grabs Vander’s cock from between his own legs, pumping it to coat it beforepositioning it as carefully as he can.
“Alright,” Cid says, not giving enough information- though seems to be indicating for Vander to do something- as he raises and lowers his hips, pressing his hole against the blunt head of Vander’s cock. Cid stares off for a moment, wincing slightly as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. And as he breathes out, he lowers himself on quivering thighs, sucking breath again as it breaches and stretches so magnificently that his eyes force shut.
That was the hard part done, his shoulders draw up as he presses his forehead against the other man’s collar. Bit by bit he slides it in, ‘til he’s halfway through and his weight suddenly brings him fully down back onto Vander’s lap. Cid groans, grasping the other man around the neck for dear life.