"I have no doubt," he remarked cheekily, though Cid worked a sharp grunting moan out of him for that squeeze. The tail end of it was swallowed up by that kiss, and he willingly parted his lips to assault Cid's lips briefly with his tongue. The man tasted of smokes and beer, which was not unpleasant at all.

And Cid was making it clear that this kind of quickie was a formulated tried and tested method with the way the man prepped himself. This was the kind of quick turn around one normally experienced in a dirty bar bathroom or behind a dumpster back home. It was fast enough he had enough time to settle one hand on Cid's hip and the other made short work to twist a nipple and stroke over the man's chest and belly as they came together.

He growled a low almost feral sound as he felt himself pressing into that heat, shuddering and leaning his head back to enjoy the show. The hand on Cid's hip tightened, almost bruising as the other rose to cup the back of the man's head to his shoulder and it was all of his self control not to thrust up and bury himself.

He was breathing in quick breaths, waiting a few seconds for Cid to adjust before Vander took over. He curled his arm across the back of the other man's shoulders while the grip on Cid's hip tightened and he physically lifted his little fling up his cock and dropped him at the same time he thrust. He fell into a quick and sharp rhythm, breathing against Cid's ear as he chuffed moans at each roll of their bodies together.

"If you crab walk after this, I won't be apologetic."