Vander rumbled a sound of amusement between the growling moans that their union dragged from his through. "Ha, I always like rising to the occasion for a smart mouth barking up the wrong tree..." he growled into Cid's ear, punctuating the challenge in his tone with a bite to the other man's ear lobe. And he had thought it was progressing so well....
While his set pace did not falter, the arm holding Cid against his chest loosen, slowing withdrawing until he could switch his grip and curl it under one the other man's arms and his hand gripped the back of Cid's neck. His other hand tightened on the other man's hip as he stopped slumping back against the trolley chair and changed the angle of his own hips so he was redirecting himself inside Cid to line up with driving against the other man's prostate repeatedly.
And his thrust rate increased to punishing as he set his feet more firmly on the floor and boy those occasional bumps in the road only helped his case. His height provided him the advantage of still being able to lean in nip his way down Cid's strong stubbled jawline, his gray eyes watching the other man's expression as he panted against sweaty skin, same as his own.
He was aiming for mostly incoherent at this point. If Cid still had some challenge, Vander would rise to it. That was part of the pleasure, the heat that hyperfocused him on the moment and letting all of his worries melt away for brief fleeting moments of such an encounter.
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While his set pace did not falter, the arm holding Cid against his chest loosen, slowing withdrawing until he could switch his grip and curl it under one the other man's arms and his hand gripped the back of Cid's neck. His other hand tightened on the other man's hip as he stopped slumping back against the trolley chair and changed the angle of his own hips so he was redirecting himself inside Cid to line up with driving against the other man's prostate repeatedly.
And his thrust rate increased to punishing as he set his feet more firmly on the floor and boy those occasional bumps in the road only helped his case. His height provided him the advantage of still being able to lean in nip his way down Cid's strong stubbled jawline, his gray eyes watching the other man's expression as he panted against sweaty skin, same as his own.
He was aiming for mostly incoherent at this point. If Cid still had some challenge, Vander would rise to it. That was part of the pleasure, the heat that hyperfocused him on the moment and letting all of his worries melt away for brief fleeting moments of such an encounter.