Ah well, he still had it, didn't he? Well, old skills were never wasted even in a spur of the moment fling on a trolley car. With Cid successfully proven that there was always a way to make a grown man cling to another grown man for dear life, he enjoyed the moment with hot pants against the other man's jawline and let himself delve fully into the heated pleasure coursing through his flesh.
The lewd noises of their body slapping and slamming together was music in the otherwise quiet trolley car, and he growled out moans as his pleasure rose while he held their positions. He was aware of Cid's hands dipping between them, and it seemed like minimal time before he was experiencing the hot liquid effects of the other man's climax on his belly as he pulled Cid down on his cock as he grunted through the last two thrusts before he was buried and twitching as his own orgasm rocked him.
His gaze momentarily whited out with the strength of it, and he rolled his hips to scratch that last little spark of pleasure even as he began to relax. He leaned into that sweet punctuation of a kiss and leaned their sweaty foreheads together as he sought to catch his breath again. His hand slid up to scratch his nails through the short cropped hair at the back of Cid's head.
"Don't care," he remarked carelessly, too intent on enjoying this little moment of bliss. "I'm not the one whose pants are hanging over the side of trolley bench." His were around his thighs, like a gentleman thank you very much.
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The lewd noises of their body slapping and slamming together was music in the otherwise quiet trolley car, and he growled out moans as his pleasure rose while he held their positions. He was aware of Cid's hands dipping between them, and it seemed like minimal time before he was experiencing the hot liquid effects of the other man's climax on his belly as he pulled Cid down on his cock as he grunted through the last two thrusts before he was buried and twitching as his own orgasm rocked him.
His gaze momentarily whited out with the strength of it, and he rolled his hips to scratch that last little spark of pleasure even as he began to relax. He leaned into that sweet punctuation of a kiss and leaned their sweaty foreheads together as he sought to catch his breath again. His hand slid up to scratch his nails through the short cropped hair at the back of Cid's head.
"Don't care," he remarked carelessly, too intent on enjoying this little moment of bliss. "I'm not the one whose pants are hanging over the side of trolley bench." His were around his thighs, like a gentleman thank you very much.