No, no, that angle and power shift onto his prostate with Vander’s sheer size is more than enough to shut Cid up. He adjusts his grip to hold on as he pants wantonly from his slackened jaw. His brow wrinkles in pleasure as Vander still manages to pay attention to all the little details of lovemaking. His ankles cross behind Vander’s waist as all he can do is just take it.

Cid bravely removes a hand from Vander’s thick neck and shoves it down between them to grab himself, stroking hard and fast, cockhead pressed firmly into Vander’s belly. Quickly after that, he comes- freezing in place, then spasming from his core to his limbs. Only halfway through his orgasm does he even become audible as his lungs finally release the air they’d held. He gasps for breath in Vander’s arms and seeks Vander’s lips with his own- face still numb with alcohol and endorphins. He pecks his lips and nudges him affectionately with his nose, chest heaving too hard to keep the lip lock up for much longer.

Even as he tries to catch his breath and his senses have barely returned, he starts to chuckle. “…The trolley’s slowing, isn’t it?”