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As soon as he noticed Clive leaning in, Cid paused to meet his husband's light and loving kiss. Afterward, he only angled his head away to take a considering sip of his own water. Cid had hoped for a honeymoon, though to hear Clive suggest it first spurred a fresh wave of adoration. While it wasn't a surprise, per se, it was a lovely reminder.

"So am I. But, I do know that lord uncle of yours offered us two uninterrupted weeks in his manor, over in Port Isolde." Another chuckle. "His wedding present, apparently, since he couldn't get away from Kanver in time to be here."

As far as Cid could ascertain, Lord Byron's manor had escaped the war comparatively unscathed - at least enough to live in comfortably for a little while.

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The manor is a gift that Clive quite appreciates. Even if that is all they do for their honeymoon, Clive is more than happy to accept it. He'd been a little sad that his uncle could not make it here but he knows he's proud of him and glad to see Clive happy.

He leans forward, forehead pressing to forehead as his eyes flutter shut and he breathes in a content smile. "A fairly generous offer but that's my uncle for you." The man had always been willing to spoil his nephews, even now. Especially now.

"That will be nice. No lingering worries, nothing to be done but to enjoy being with my husband. Sounds like paradise." Clive mutters softly, still basking in the afterglow of everything.

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Though Cid had given some consideration to seeing sights across Valisthea, the reality of the situation all across those lands wouldn't really be relaxing. Clive deserved - they both deserved, in full honesty - uninterrupted rest and ease, to better aid in rebuilding efforts later. And a little hint of selfishness in Cid wanted to monopolize each other's time, just for a while, without too much of real life crashing in.

"Aye," Cid replied amid another low, subtle laugh. His free hand buried fingers in his husband's hair, as he took a long silent breath through his nose. He'd seen and heard stories about Lord Byron's generosity in supporting the second Hideaway, most of the latter told by Gav in a mix of humor and dizzied awe. For his part, Cid was glad the man was so doting - not only because it had helped everyone they looked after, but also because Clive's happiness and safety were worth every gil.

His expression softened again when his husband unknowingly echoed his thoughts about a honeymoon in the manor. "Then that's where we'll go."

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That trembling beneath his hands had Cid massaging for longer, slow and steady and just firm enough to soothe. Much as he also wished they could lay like this for however long they chose, he didn't want to neglect Clive's needs just for that. Besides, they had plenty of time ahead of them to devote only to each other.

A soft, brief, warm laugh rumbled in Cid's chest. "So have I." Most clearly, of course, had been their moment in Clive's dressing tent - but when he also knew quite well how wonderfully vocal his husband often was, it'd been sometimes difficult to focus on the preparations before then.

Cid's smile broadened at Clive's quiet complaint, endeared and already guessing it meant the younger man had a simple request. Still, he didn't rush to predict it, content to reciprocate his husband's kisses when he could. He helped Clive ease off of him first - already missing the perfect and welcome warmth around his length - before sitting up. "Goes for both of us, then." Cid leaned down for a light kiss to Clive's forehead. "Be back in a moment."

He rose from the bed, taking a moment to stretch, but didn't bother dressing at all as he crossed their tent. The covered barrel of water, for just such a purpose, sat in one corner with two tankards atop it. Cid filled both, lidded the barrel, and returned to their bed. "Could use some myself. Here." He handed Clive one tankard, then sat beside the other at a lounging angle. He propped his free hand's elbow on the low headboard, close enough for his fingers to idly toy with Clive's hair. Cid couldn't help himself; he leaned in for a couple more kisses to his husband's cheek and just below one ear, careful not to spill.

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Clive's eyes follow Cid's every move as he walks across the tent, fond adoration within Clive's gaze, admiring the sight of his very naked husband even now, as he settles upon the bed, patiently waiting for his husband to grab them both drinks.

Cid is always so good to him and he makes sure to always take care of him. It's sweet and once upon a time, Clive had no idea what to do with it. Now? He cherishes it.

He accepts the drink and leans into Cid's touch, bringing the tankard of water up to take a couple of sips, humming in his appreciation as Cid gives him more kisses to his cheek.

He leans in to press his lips to Cid's in a quick peck, unable to help himself, too. "We'll have to have a honeymoon." Clive suddenly decides because that's part of the marriage experience, isn't it?

The problem is, where do they go? The war on dominants is over and it's left a lot of places in disarray. "Though, I'm happy to simply be where you are."

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As soon as he noticed Clive leaning in, Cid paused to meet his husband's light and loving kiss. Afterward, he only angled his head away to take a considering sip of his own water. Cid had hoped for a honeymoon, though to hear Clive suggest it first spurred a fresh wave of adoration. While it wasn't a surprise, per se, it was a lovely reminder.

"So am I. But, I do know that lord uncle of yours offered us two uninterrupted weeks in his manor, over in Port Isolde." Another chuckle. "His wedding present, apparently, since he couldn't get away from Kanver in time to be here."

As far as Cid could ascertain, Lord Byron's manor had escaped the war comparatively unscathed - at least enough to live in comfortably for a little while.

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Cid's more than happy to be the verbose one while Clive basked in pleasure. Occasional encouragement joined his praise, though only until his husband tensed up, trembled, and unraveled atop him. He slowed his strokes after Clive's release painted their stomachs and dripped down his hand. Cid didn't bother attempting to pull out, welcoming the aftershock flutters around his own length. Clive was a vision every time, always had been and always would be.

He smoothed his palm onto his husband's waist, then down one thigh. Fingertips massaged in gentle circles up from knee to hip, then slid further along Clive's side onto his back. If it were possible, he'd keep the younger man this close every moment of the day.

Cradling the other's face with his clean hand, Cid let slip another low, contented hum into their kiss. He skimmed his thumb over the round of Clive's cheek with an adoring look, then buried his fingers in soft dark hair. Husband. The term in Clive's voice still left Cid with a little thrill, and probably would for a while yet. "How're you feeling, sweetheart? You need anything?"

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"Mm." The aftershocks of pleasure leave Clive shaking on top of Cid but it is a feeling he has come to love. He's certain Cid can feel his shaking with the way he's touching him, massaging circles into his skin.

His husband is always so attentive to him. He should probably get off of Cid but he likes the feeling of Cid inside of him as they lay there. Still, he knows he cannot lay here like this forever.

Clive presses a sweet kiss to Cid's jaw, his breathing having evened how fairly quickly by now, and all that is left are the tiny shakes that are starting to subside.

"I'm feeling good." He always is after being with Cid like that. "I've been wanting to do that all night," Clive says, his voice a whisper as if speaking any louder will ruin this. Though it might have something to do with how loud he had been previously, too. He should probably hydrate, but he doesn't want to get up, wants to fall asleep right here just like this.

"I don't want to get up." But, he should, shouldn't he? He can curl back on top of Cid in a bit. Another kiss is pressed to Cid's lips, then to his cheek. "Water." He mutters against Cid's cheek, "Then. Just you. You are all I need." With that, he, with great reluctance, climbs off of Cid to settle next to him.

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That trembling beneath his hands had Cid massaging for longer, slow and steady and just firm enough to soothe. Much as he also wished they could lay like this for however long they chose, he didn't want to neglect Clive's needs just for that. Besides, they had plenty of time ahead of them to devote only to each other.

A soft, brief, warm laugh rumbled in Cid's chest. "So have I." Most clearly, of course, had been their moment in Clive's dressing tent - but when he also knew quite well how wonderfully vocal his husband often was, it'd been sometimes difficult to focus on the preparations before then.

Cid's smile broadened at Clive's quiet complaint, endeared and already guessing it meant the younger man had a simple request. Still, he didn't rush to predict it, content to reciprocate his husband's kisses when he could. He helped Clive ease off of him first - already missing the perfect and welcome warmth around his length - before sitting up. "Goes for both of us, then." Cid leaned down for a light kiss to Clive's forehead. "Be back in a moment."

He rose from the bed, taking a moment to stretch, but didn't bother dressing at all as he crossed their tent. The covered barrel of water, for just such a purpose, sat in one corner with two tankards atop it. Cid filled both, lidded the barrel, and returned to their bed. "Could use some myself. Here." He handed Clive one tankard, then sat beside the other at a lounging angle. He propped his free hand's elbow on the low headboard, close enough for his fingers to idly toy with Clive's hair. Cid couldn't help himself; he leaned in for a couple more kisses to his husband's cheek and just below one ear, careful not to spill.

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His eagerness showed in how quickly his hand wrapped round Clive's cock after hearing that 'yes'. The encouragement which followed further fueled Cid's need, the pressure in his own groin growing so taut it spread to his stomach, rear, and thighs. He did his best to complement the movements of his hips and hand, though his rhythm began to stumble. Cid pulled back less and less between each thrust, just enough for friction. His thumb swept over Clive's tip amid each upward, subtly squeezing stroke.

Strokes slowed as an unabashed groan rumbled from his chest, hips grinding against Clive's rear to leave every pulse of his release as deep as it could go. Softer moans escaped with each heavy exhale, and he made no attempt to pull even an inch out of the other man while he settled fully onto the bed.

Cid hadn't forgotten the arousal in his hand, though. His soft half-lidded gaze fixed upon Clive's face, he returned to his steady strokes before gradually going faster. Occasionally, he added in more gentle squeezes along the shaft or around the head. All the while, Cid murmured breathy praise. "My perfect husband... gods, look at you, sitting so pretty on my lap. Love you so much, Clive..."

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Clive's own climax is fast approaching with the help of Cid's hand and the feeling of him releasing inside of him; he knows he won't last much longer at all. That hand is working him in all the right ways, adding pleasure that is far more intensified now.

And those praises that Clive loves so much certainly don't hurt. He keeps moving, though it is far more sloppy than before, chasing that high as his body trembles and he gets pushed over the edge.

The moans are near constant as he releases himself into Cid's hand. "Nngh. Cid." It's hard to talk, hard to think, with the pleasure that is nearly overwhelming.

He rides his orgasm out and then leans forward, pressing his lips to Cid's once more in a slower and far more sweet kiss than the lust-filled ones before. "I love you too, husband."

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Cid's more than happy to be the verbose one while Clive basked in pleasure. Occasional encouragement joined his praise, though only until his husband tensed up, trembled, and unraveled atop him. He slowed his strokes after Clive's release painted their stomachs and dripped down his hand. Cid didn't bother attempting to pull out, welcoming the aftershock flutters around his own length. Clive was a vision every time, always had been and always would be.

He smoothed his palm onto his husband's waist, then down one thigh. Fingertips massaged in gentle circles up from knee to hip, then slid further along Clive's side onto his back. If it were possible, he'd keep the younger man this close every moment of the day.

Cradling the other's face with his clean hand, Cid let slip another low, contented hum into their kiss. He skimmed his thumb over the round of Clive's cheek with an adoring look, then buried his fingers in soft dark hair. Husband. The term in Clive's voice still left Cid with a little thrill, and probably would for a while yet. "How're you feeling, sweetheart? You need anything?"

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Every one of Clive's shivers was a treasure unto itself, no matter how many Cid had seen since their first night together. The flexing of the younger man's grasp complemented each ripple of tension around his cock, and both coaxed out occasional subtle tremors in Cid's stomach and thighs.

His open grin broadened and he managed a wink. "As ever."

Even so, the growing need in Clive's efforts and focus drew Cid's attention as well. He tried to keep his rhythm steady - though that didn't stop him from driving his hips a bit harder, eager for every unrestrained noise pouring from his husband's mouth.

"Bloody fucking gorgeous man," Cid breathed, adoration fueling his smile. "Let me hear you, love, that's it..." For a little while, his own clarity crumbled away, giving way to groans and sighs and purring hums which he also didn't bother holding back.

Slow as Cid had striven to be, the tension built nonetheless. It pulled his hips up faster, pausing only for occasional grinds against Clive's sensitive spot. Swallowing hard before another throaty sound, Cid managed to speak. "'m close, Clive. You want my hand?" His free hand's fingertips lightly brushed the base of Clive's length to illustrate.

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It isn't easy to have any semblance of self-control with the way the pace changes and Cid is fucking up into him at a faster pace then Clive was moving. He tries to meet the pace, tries to help but the pleasure is causing his body to tremble and clouding his mind so much that his movements are more desperate and needy than actual controlled movements.

Each grind against his prostate brings forth whimpers and when Cid speaks about being close, Clive knows it won't be long before he reaches his orgasm too, with the way the pressure in the pit of his stomach seems to build.

He swears he can feel Cid twitching inside of him, letting him know just how close his husband really is. He could cum just like this, without Cid's hand, but he wants Cid's hand on him.

"Yes." Clive says in a gasping breath. "Cum inside of me, Cid. Fill me up." He's surprised he manages to get the words out at this point, he falls silent after other than his pleased sounds, because he thinks he's becoming far too gone to talk further.

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His eagerness showed in how quickly his hand wrapped round Clive's cock after hearing that 'yes'. The encouragement which followed further fueled Cid's need, the pressure in his own groin growing so taut it spread to his stomach, rear, and thighs. He did his best to complement the movements of his hips and hand, though his rhythm began to stumble. Cid pulled back less and less between each thrust, just enough for friction. His thumb swept over Clive's tip amid each upward, subtly squeezing stroke.

Strokes slowed as an unabashed groan rumbled from his chest, hips grinding against Clive's rear to leave every pulse of his release as deep as it could go. Softer moans escaped with each heavy exhale, and he made no attempt to pull even an inch out of the other man while he settled fully onto the bed.

Cid hadn't forgotten the arousal in his hand, though. His soft half-lidded gaze fixed upon Clive's face, he returned to his steady strokes before gradually going faster. Occasionally, he added in more gentle squeezes along the shaft or around the head. All the while, Cid murmured breathy praise. "My perfect husband... gods, look at you, sitting so pretty on my lap. Love you so much, Clive..."

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Bloody gods, the way Clive looked at him couldn't be matched, nor could words even fit how it made Cid feel. He had to remind himself again, as he still sometimes did, that if his husband didn't consider him worthwhile they wouldn't be here like this. They certainly wouldn't have gotten married. But Cid also didn't blame himself for the humility, with how Clive's gaze alone could heat him through like a blazing hearth.

Especially when the younger man then encouraged his promise, making it all the easier to fulfill.

Another moan rushed out on his breath and snagged part of his inhale, as Clive's rhythm picked up just enough speed to spark a fresh thrill. Cid tightened his hold once more on their interlaced hands. "Just like that, my perfect lad..." He braced his heels on the bed, for leverage to grind up into Clive each time the latter gasped louder. "Right there, eh? Your aim's getting better every time," Cid gently teased, before letting out a low groan himself.

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Clive loves this man, he loves him more than anything in this world, and he feels so lucky to have Cid all to himself. To be married to him brings him such happiness that Clive feels he can barely contain it.

His pleasure only increases when Cid begins to move, too, no longer letting him do all the work. His fingers squeeze Cid's hand tight every time Cid hits that spot that sends full body shivers down his spine, making him visibly shudder on top of Cid.

"T-Tease." Clive weakly says as the pleasure begins to build and build and build. Each hit to his prostate sends a white hot pleasure rocking through him and it's getting harder and harder to focus, his own movements getting far more sloppy.

He doesn't bother trying to say anything further, only lets his eyes flutter closed and give in to the pleasure. At first, he'd been worried there are others who would hear him, but it's his wedding night and he'll be as loud as he wants so he doesn't hold back on the volume of his moans, gasps, and whimpers.

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Every one of Clive's shivers was a treasure unto itself, no matter how many Cid had seen since their first night together. The flexing of the younger man's grasp complemented each ripple of tension around his cock, and both coaxed out occasional subtle tremors in Cid's stomach and thighs.

His open grin broadened and he managed a wink. "As ever."

Even so, the growing need in Clive's efforts and focus drew Cid's attention as well. He tried to keep his rhythm steady - though that didn't stop him from driving his hips a bit harder, eager for every unrestrained noise pouring from his husband's mouth.

"Bloody fucking gorgeous man," Cid breathed, adoration fueling his smile. "Let me hear you, love, that's it..." For a little while, his own clarity crumbled away, giving way to groans and sighs and purring hums which he also didn't bother holding back.

Slow as Cid had striven to be, the tension built nonetheless. It pulled his hips up faster, pausing only for occasional grinds against Clive's sensitive spot. Swallowing hard before another throaty sound, Cid managed to speak. "'m close, Clive. You want my hand?" His free hand's fingertips lightly brushed the base of Clive's length to illustrate.

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Cid's hand spread a bit firmer on Clive's chest beneath the latter's touch, not to push but to reassure. However much contact his husband wanted, Cid would grant it as best he could.

The sound of Clive's laugh, as always, spread a fresh ripple of adoration through the older man from head to toe. It seeped readily into Cid's expression as well, while he grinned at the other's easy, coaxing acceptance. Cid let his hand be pulled away from Clive's front, let it be tenderly pressed to the bed, and offered a squeeze in their interlaced clasp. Another hum escaped on a contented sigh through his nose.

His next breath was a quiet gasp past open lips, lashes fluttering just as they'd started to lift. That bite's contrast to the sweeter kisses and the steady rolls of Clive's hips made each even more appealing. While he could still hold out a while yet, Cid looked forward to all the delightful ways his husband might test that patience.

"Good to hear; it's one of my favorite places to be." Hazel eyes did open then, still lidded low when they met lovely blues. "Every drop I can give is yours, Clive, if you want that too. Might not even pull out once I'm finishing dry."

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There is something so intimate about looking into Cid's eyes as he rides him. Seeing every bit of that desire and love sends shivers down Clive's spine and his heart soaring. Even after all this time, Cid makes his heart race just as much as he had this first time.

"Yeah? I'd like that." Both the giving him every last drop and the staying inside of him. He wants everything and he knows Cid will give it to him.

As if to prove just how much he'd like for Cid to give him every last drop he can, the sensual slow pace picks up into a faster pace. Not too fast but certainly not slow anymore. Clive's head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut, gasps and moans a near constant, especially when Cid's cock hits that one sweet spot that drives him insane.

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Bloody gods, the way Clive looked at him couldn't be matched, nor could words even fit how it made Cid feel. He had to remind himself again, as he still sometimes did, that if his husband didn't consider him worthwhile they wouldn't be here like this. They certainly wouldn't have gotten married. But Cid also didn't blame himself for the humility, with how Clive's gaze alone could heat him through like a blazing hearth.

Especially when the younger man then encouraged his promise, making it all the easier to fulfill.

Another moan rushed out on his breath and snagged part of his inhale, as Clive's rhythm picked up just enough speed to spark a fresh thrill. Cid tightened his hold once more on their interlaced hands. "Just like that, my perfect lad..." He braced his heels on the bed, for leverage to grind up into Clive each time the latter gasped louder. "Right there, eh? Your aim's getting better every time," Cid gently teased, before letting out a low groan himself.

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No matter how many times Cid offered any praise to Clive, it was always sincere, and he always adored his lovely lad's reaction. A good thing Clive didn't seem to tire of hearing it, since Cid could never tire of giving it, nor of how it grew adoration and desire between them in equal measure.

The angle of his smile broadened once more, his answering hum carrying more want and comfort than humor. Clive's pace and playfulness soothed most of the restless edge from Cid's arousal, and he kept his own hips still.

"So do you, Clive," he breathed, the latter half of his exhale dipping into a coeurl's purr of a groan. "Always fit so well around me. And just look at you..." His ringed hand dragged up from Clive's hip toward that broad chest - noticing but not lingering on any spots of stiff skin, less grey and less painful by the day. The petrification could heal, and was, now that the Mothercrystals were gone, but it was gradual. What mattered more, at this moment, was the sight of his husband in entirety. Those beautiful eyes, framed by soft dark hair; the nose whose tip he'd kissed countless times, and those soft lips he'd met thrice as often; that strong stubbled jaw, the neck and chest and shoulders all but begging for bruising marks and ruddy scratches; every shift of muscle as well-practiced hips rolled, enveloping every inch of Cid's cock in close, slick warmth.

"My gorgeous lad." Cid gently pressed his palm to the middle of Clive's chest, fingers spread over the younger man's thrumming heart. "My husband. ...Might just stay buried in you all night, love."

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Cid doesn't need to keep his hips still but Clive isn't complaining that he does. There will be time for Cid to take control if Clive has anything to say about it. For now, he'll enjoy the slow sensual pace of moving himself along Cid's cock. He fits inside of him so perfectly, like they were sculpted for each other by the Founder himself and a part of Clive believes that's exactly what it is. They were simply meant to be.

One hand remains resting on Cid's own chest, the other coming up to rest on top of Cid's own, seeking touch. All the touch, all the intimate affections, he wants everything Cid is willing to, and has given him, time and time again.

Clive laughs, breathless and joyful, as Cid tells him he might stay buried in him all night. "I'm counting on it." Clive purrs as he bends to press his lips to Cid's once more, his fingers entwining with Cid's as he guides Cid's back to the bed. Not to pin him there, but to have that intimate hold.

His lips press against Cid's jaw in an open-mouthed kiss, only to turn into a bite a moment later. His pace never wavers, still just as slow and sensual, he wants to say how long Cid's patience will last this time around.

"I want you inside of me all night long."

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Cid's hand spread a bit firmer on Clive's chest beneath the latter's touch, not to push but to reassure. However much contact his husband wanted, Cid would grant it as best he could.

The sound of Clive's laugh, as always, spread a fresh ripple of adoration through the older man from head to toe. It seeped readily into Cid's expression as well, while he grinned at the other's easy, coaxing acceptance. Cid let his hand be pulled away from Clive's front, let it be tenderly pressed to the bed, and offered a squeeze in their interlaced clasp. Another hum escaped on a contented sigh through his nose.

His next breath was a quiet gasp past open lips, lashes fluttering just as they'd started to lift. That bite's contrast to the sweeter kisses and the steady rolls of Clive's hips made each even more appealing. While he could still hold out a while yet, Cid looked forward to all the delightful ways his husband might test that patience.

"Good to hear; it's one of my favorite places to be." Hazel eyes did open then, still lidded low when they met lovely blues. "Every drop I can give is yours, Clive, if you want that too. Might not even pull out once I'm finishing dry."

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Cid's guess was correct; he still enjoyed the certainty in Clive's tone, a tender sort of vehemence stoked by want. To be so desired, so wholly, for nothing more or less than the person he was... few feelings were quite as beautiful, and none in the same way. He doubted it would ever lose its luster.

His hand retreated from Clive's entrance, smoothing over one cheek of that lovely rear until both palms settled on his husband's hips.

An initial soft moan dragged out into a long rumble, lashes threatening to flutter shut while he watched the other. How he adored the way Clive opened up around his cock, every time - the sensation itself, the expression that bloomed on the younger man's face, and each sound coaxed past tempting lips.

Cid adjusted his hold on Clive's hips a bit more, once they began a slow rolling rhythm. Part of him already wanted to build up speed, yet another part of him wanted to keep this pace going to the very limit of patience. For now, Cid opted for the latter. "That's it, sweetheart; perfect." Another gentle, slanted smile tugged at his mouth, beneath a similarly low-lidded gaze burning with adoration. "Learned all the best ways to get me going, eh? Or, well, most of 'em I know of. And a few I didn't, 'til after we met."

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Even now, Cid's hands on his hips always feels so perfect. Everything about Cid is perfect, from the feel of his hands, to the feel of his perfect cock stretching him open and making him feel complete.

Each praise that is given to him, he soaks up. Even now, even as he's heard it a million times before, the praise always sends a warmth throughout his body that has more to do with love than lust.

Not that there is any absence of lust.

He's spent countless nights getting to know Cid's body and Cid in return. They had discovered things together, like the way Clive likes to mark Cid because those hickeys always blossom so beautifully, and the way praise only encourages Clive.

They'd learn so much about each other and Clive has a feeling they'll never stop learning about each other even when it feels like they know each other like the back of their hands.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't?" Clive purrs playfully. In truth, he just likes saying the word. Husband. Something about it feels so entirely right. His hips set a steady yet slow pace, testing both of their patience, but there is no reason to rush this. For once, they have all night. "Ngh. You feel so good, Cid."

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No matter how many times Cid offered any praise to Clive, it was always sincere, and he always adored his lovely lad's reaction. A good thing Clive didn't seem to tire of hearing it, since Cid could never tire of giving it, nor of how it grew adoration and desire between them in equal measure.

The angle of his smile broadened once more, his answering hum carrying more want and comfort than humor. Clive's pace and playfulness soothed most of the restless edge from Cid's arousal, and he kept his own hips still.

"So do you, Clive," he breathed, the latter half of his exhale dipping into a coeurl's purr of a groan. "Always fit so well around me. And just look at you..." His ringed hand dragged up from Clive's hip toward that broad chest - noticing but not lingering on any spots of stiff skin, less grey and less painful by the day. The petrification could heal, and was, now that the Mothercrystals were gone, but it was gradual. What mattered more, at this moment, was the sight of his husband in entirety. Those beautiful eyes, framed by soft dark hair; the nose whose tip he'd kissed countless times, and those soft lips he'd met thrice as often; that strong stubbled jaw, the neck and chest and shoulders all but begging for bruising marks and ruddy scratches; every shift of muscle as well-practiced hips rolled, enveloping every inch of Cid's cock in close, slick warmth.

"My gorgeous lad." Cid gently pressed his palm to the middle of Clive's chest, fingers spread over the younger man's thrumming heart. "My husband. ...Might just stay buried in you all night, love."

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He could feel some of those tremors from Clive, and how his husband's hands pressed harder on his chest; each sign of want and arousal was lovely on its own, in combination they proved captivating. That Clive was nonetheless trying to hold still tempted Cid to pepper more kisses over the other's sweet expression.

All the while, he kept his pace steady. It was an exercise in patience for both of them, really. Though he could, and had, drawn out pleasure like this for much longer before, his urge to indulge Clive's every desire was difficult to resist.

Pressing against those sensitive nerves again, he basked in the frank plea for a brief moment. "Need you too, Clive." Even with that agreement, Cid added, "You want a third finger, or d'you think you're stretched enough for me?" He could guess what Clive's answer might be - but even after all the fighting, even on their wedding night and every day after, Cid would offer choices in every way he could.

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It's sweet that Cid always makes sure to give him a choice. He always gives him options. Clive knows his choice immediately, he thinks he's been stretched enough. As much as he enjoys the way Cid is stretching him open, he wants him inside of him already.

"I'm stretched enough." Clive says with certainty and he waits for Cid to withdraw his fingers before he's shifting to carefully grab a hold of Cid's cock and guide him to his entrance.

He sinks down onto him, inch by inch, shuddering as he takes him in all the way. Lips part in a gasp and for a moment he just sits there, relishing in the feeling of Cid inside of him. He watches his love through half-lidded eyes, hands returning to press at his chest to begin to rock against him, slowly and teasingly moving himself along Cid's cock.

[thunderingoutlaw]

Cid's guess was correct; he still enjoyed the certainty in Clive's tone, a tender sort of vehemence stoked by want. To be so desired, so wholly, for nothing more or less than the person he was... few feelings were quite as beautiful, and none in the same way. He doubted it would ever lose its luster.

His hand retreated from Clive's entrance, smoothing over one cheek of that lovely rear until both palms settled on his husband's hips.

An initial soft moan dragged out into a long rumble, lashes threatening to flutter shut while he watched the other. How he adored the way Clive opened up around his cock, every time - the sensation itself, the expression that bloomed on the younger man's face, and each sound coaxed past tempting lips.

Cid adjusted his hold on Clive's hips a bit more, once they began a slow rolling rhythm. Part of him already wanted to build up speed, yet another part of him wanted to keep this pace going to the very limit of patience. For now, Cid opted for the latter. "That's it, sweetheart; perfect." Another gentle, slanted smile tugged at his mouth, beneath a similarly low-lidded gaze burning with adoration. "Learned all the best ways to get me going, eh? Or, well, most of 'em I know of. And a few I didn't, 'til after we met."

[thunderingoutlaw]

Cid would've only started with one finger if he truly wanted to tease and draw this out as long as possible. A tempting prospect, but one to mention later - perhaps during their honeymoon at Byron's manor. For now, he'd much rather watch those lovely eyes flutter as muscles tautened with the effort of staying still.

He did take his time in this moment, maintaining an indulgent pace; all the better to lavish more thorough attention. Cid's own intense and wanting gaze remained upon Clive's face, tracing every handsome feature too far away to kiss without interrupting the rhythm of his hand.

Cid's fingers gradually began to spread apart, with every push inside down to the base knuckles. He knew what signs to watch for from Clive if he needed to pause, or go faster, or to keep a delicate balance of steady and maddeningly slow. "My husband's so patient for me," Cid purred, his open adoration complemented by the tilt of his smirk.

In the meantime, his fingers curled after they buried deep again, and found that familiar spot to gently massage it. Every thrust in became either a spreading stretch or a lingering rub to Clive's sensitive spot. "And opening up as perfectly as always. My gorgeous lad..."

[taleswrittenblogmoved]

It does take a considerable amount of effort to be still instead of rock against those fingers as the need builds. His hands are now placed upon Cid's chest, palms pressing firmly against his chest. His thighs tremble with the weight of forcing himself still.

Patient? He almost laughs because he's starting to lose that battle, torn between wanting to beg for more and being patient for Cid because he likes the praise that Cid gives him.

"Might not be so patient for you here soon." Clive breathes between the gasps of pleasure, shivers going down his spine at every brush against his sweet spot.

Just as he expects, he's losing his battle with patience. He can't take much more teasing, Cid is driving him insane. He always has a way of doing that.

"Cid. Please. I need you."

[thunderingoutlaw]

He could feel some of those tremors from Clive, and how his husband's hands pressed harder on his chest; each sign of want and arousal was lovely on its own, in combination they proved captivating. That Clive was nonetheless trying to hold still tempted Cid to pepper more kisses over the other's sweet expression.

All the while, he kept his pace steady. It was an exercise in patience for both of them, really. Though he could, and had, drawn out pleasure like this for much longer before, his urge to grant Clive's every desire was difficult to resist.

Pressing against those sensitive nerves again, he basked in the frank plea for a brief moment. "Need you too, Clive." Even with that agreement, Cid added, "You want a third finger, or d'you think you're stretched enough for me?" He could guess what Clive's answer might be - but even after all the fighting, even on their wedding night and every day after, Cid would offer choices in every way he could.

[thunderingoutlaw]

His smile spread once more into a toothy grin at that quiet, fond insistence. Cid would've only regretted his drawing the moment out if Clive had sincerely complained - so no worry of that, when one gentle press of his fingers coaxed out the eager 'yes'.

"Just where I thought, then." Cid needed but a moment to find and fetch the readied bottle of oil from where he lay. Coating three of his fingers by feel before replacing the stopper, he returned them to Clive's entrance to tease even further, while his dry hand spread one cheek aside.

In the meantime, Cid nuzzled a few last languid, adoring kisses amid dark pubic hair and against the base of his husband's cock. "Scoot down a little, sweetheart. Need some better leverage to find that sweet spot of yours."

Once Clive had done so, Cid finally pushed oiled fingers inside the younger man. He started with two, yet still went slow, keeping them pressed tight together to ensure the stretch wouldn't tip into more pain than pleasure. Cid watched Clive's face, for both his own peace of mind and his own desire. His husband always looked even more beautiful like this.

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He's far too needy to keep teasing so when Cid tells him to scoot down, he doesn't hesitate to obey. He lets Cid guide him where exactly he wants him before he settles there and stares down at his husband with an adoring and needy gaze. Intense in it's desire.

He doesn't have to wait long before Cid is pushing two fingers inside of him. Being accustomed to this by now, he would have complained if his husband had only pushed in one. It seems Cid is very aware of that.

"A-Ah." Clive's eyes flutter shut as Cid pushes those fingers in and out of him at just the right pace and angle that always drives Clive crazy. He has to restrain himself from rocking against those fingers, knowing right now that it may be more painful than pleasurable for him to do that. Over the time they've been together, Clive has learned to have at least a little restraint even when he gets so needy.

He supposes, in a way, Cid has taught him that not everything has be rushed and that there is enjoyment in taking his time. Exactly the reason why he has learned to be more patient because his husband is right, even the slowest of things can be overwhelming with pleasure.

[thunderingoutlaw]

Cid would've only started with one finger if he truly wanted to tease and draw this out as long as possible. A tempting prospect, but one to mention later - perhaps during their honeymoon at Byron's manor. For now, he'd much rather watch those lovely eyes flutter as muscles tautened with the effort of staying still.

He did take his time in this moment, maintaining an indulgent pace; all the better to lavish more thorough attention. Cid's own intense and wanting gaze remained upon Clive's face, tracing every handsome feature too far away to kiss without interrupting the rhythm of his hand.

Cid's fingers gradually began to spread apart, with every push inside down to the base knuckles. He knew what signs to watch for from Clive if he needed to pause, or go faster, or to keep a delicate balance of steady and maddeningly slow. "My husband's so patient for me," Cid purred, his open adoration complemented by the tilt of his smirk.

In the meantime, his fingers curled after they buried deep again, and found that familiar spot to gently massage it. Every thrust in became either a spreading stretch or a lingering rub to Clive's sensitive spot. "And opening up as perfectly as always. My gorgeous lad..."

[thunderingoutlaw]

That whine sparked Cid's imagination again, with the tantalizing thought of littering more kisses and bites along Clive's thighs until they were a mottled mess. He wanted to make his husband squirm out of sheer desperate need, to then fulfill it and watch the other crave more.

So when Clive breathed out a plea, the corners of Cid's mouth curled in an adoring yet mischievous smile, as his tongue dragged over a third mark he'd worked up on the younger man's opposite thigh. A kiss to the ruddy darkening bite, then Cid paused to reply, his breath and lips lightly brushing soft skin. "Where should I be? ...Here?" Another kiss, this time to one side of Clive's shaft. "Or here?" A hand slid into the cleft of his husband's rear, two fingertips pressing gently on that taut furl he'd grown so familiar with.

Cid could guess what the other man's answer would be, even before he'd asked his question. He just couldn't help a bit more teasing, not when every sound out of Clive's mouth was so perfect.

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Each bite mark and hickey throbs so deliciously but there is something else he wants more. He would not complain if Cid wanted to spend more time marking him, he likes it when Cid teases him.

So, of course, Cid still teases him. "You know exactly where I want you." Clive says softly, fondly though, lips quirking up in another smile to let Cid know that he doesn't mind the teasing.

"Yes. There." Right there, with Cid's fingers inside of him, and hopefully soon enough, his cock inside of him too. He doesn't care how, he won't care if Cid remains on his back and Clive rides him, or if they move to some other position.

All he cares about is having his husband all to himself.

[thunderingoutlaw]

His smile spread once more into a toothy grin at that quiet, fond insistence. Cid would've only regretted his drawing the moment out if Clive had sincerely complained - so no worry of that, when one gentle press of his fingers coaxed out the eager 'yes'.

"Just where I thought, then." Cid needed but a moment to find and fetch the readied bottle of oil from where he lay. Coating three of his fingers by feel before replacing the stopper, he returned them to Clive's entrance to tease even further, while his dry hand spread one cheek aside.

In the meantime, Cid nuzzled a few last languid, adoring kisses amid dark pubic hair and against the base of his husband's cock. "Scoot down a little, sweetheart. Need some better leverage to find that sweet spot of yours."

Once Clive had done so, Cid finally pushed oiled fingers inside the younger man. He started with two, yet still went slow, keeping them pressed tight together to ensure the stretch wouldn't tip into more pain than pleasure. Cid watched Clive's face, for both his own peace of mind and his own desire. His husband always looked even more beautiful like this.

[thunderingoutlaw]

The slide of Clive's fingers into his hair sparked a soft, purring moan low in Cid's throat. Every noise from his husband in response, and those occasional shivers, stoked the heated desire in his veins. He let his mouth do most of the work, ensuring every drop of that clear viscous fluid found its way onto his tongue. At least, until his attention diverted to Clive's thigh.

Groaning his pleasure again at the tighter grip in his hair, Cid only loosened his bite after the younger man's amused comment. His answer was a wordless, acquiescing hum; it was 'payback', of a sort, but the kind he knew they both enjoyed. He kissed the reddened mark, knowing it'd darken to a lovely, tender bruise and remind Clive of this moment for the next few days. His husband's request had Cid grinning against soft skin, adoring hazel eyes lifted once more to Clive's expression. "As many as you want, love."

Cid turned his head, lips and nose skimming along the inner side of the other's thigh. A couple inches down from his first mark, he bit again to work up another. It's a venerating sort of possession, a knowledge that Clive's offer of himself was an immeasurable gift. After Cid let go this time, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss over the spot, trailing a few more back up to the base of his husband's cock. He couldn't resist lingering there for more attention along the shaft, licking up a few drips of precum before teasing the head.

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As Cid tells him he may have as many as he wants, Clive's lips curl into a smile because he knows that he can ask Cid for almost anything and he'd gladly give it. He knows his request will not be denied but if it had, Clive would not have been bothered by it.

Clive groans as Cid works another bite mark and bruise into his skin. The other one already throbs in an way that Clive enjoys. A pulsing sort of throb that feels good for him right now rather than painful.

The open-mouthed kiss draws a needy whine from Clive and he's beginning to realize that Cid's mouth on his thigh and cock just isn't enough. This raw primal need - it won't be enough until he has Cid inside of him.

He's trying to be patient but it's becoming increasingly more difficult the more Cid teases him with his mouth and tongue. "Cid." Clive breathes in between his moans, pleading in nature. "I need you."

[thunderingoutlaw]

That whine sparked Cid's imagination again, with the tantalizing thought of littering more kisses and bites along Clive's thighs until they were a mottled mess. He wanted to make his husband squirm out of sheer desperate need, to then fulfill it and watch the other crave more.

So when Clive breathed out a plea, the corners of Cid's mouth curled in an adoring yet mischievous smile, as his tongue dragged over a third mark he'd worked up on the younger man's opposite thigh. A kiss to the ruddy darkening bite, then Cid paused to reply, his breath and lips lightly brushing soft skin. "Where should I be? ...Here?" Another kiss, this time to one side of Clive's shaft. "Or here?" A hand slid into the cleft of his husband's rear, two fingertips pressing gently on that taut furl he'd grown so familiar with.

Cid could guess what the other man's answer would be, even before he'd asked his question. He just couldn't help a bit more teasing, not when every sound out of Clive's mouth was so perfect.

[thunderingoutlaw]

What a gorgeous noise from Clive, accentuated by the intent stare of those entrancing eyes.

Cid had half-expected the slow shedding of clothes in contrast to his husband's eager look. Clive really had become the best kind of menace in moments like these. Each loosed fastening had him yearning for a glimpse of more fair skin and dark body hair. Cid knew each part of Clive's body well by now, yet he never tired of this. A fighter's poise made sensual in every shift of the younger man's weight, every flex and relax of muscle, first beneath fabric and then exposed. Cid's expression was never anything less than tender, nigh-venerating awe, before or now.

Also as ever, he had to swallow a welling of saliva at the sight of Clive's flushed and surely aching cock. He'd help soothe that ache soon enough, though not before magnifying it.

Cid's smile remained in his reciprocation of his husband's kiss. A part of him wanted it to last longer, but more of him knew Clive was in the middle of following his suggestion. One arm embraced his husband's thigh, fingers spread on the inner side. Cid's other hand, meanwhile, reached to graze Clive's perineum with one curled finger, then wrapped around the man's balls with the slightest squeeze. He turned his head for a couple kisses to Clive's opposite thigh, adding a skim of teeth to the last before he spoke.

"You're a vision, sweetheart. As always." Cid nuzzled amid dark curls, then swept an indulgent lick halfway around the base of Clive's shaft. Open-mouthed kisses followed, scattered mostly over the underside, each one accented with a little swipe of his tongue. Cid lingered to tease near the ruddy head, eyes half-lidded and mouth open further for a warm sigh against sensitive skin.

His attentions spread over every inch of cock and thighs in his mouth's immediate reach. Interspersing them were more occasional, gentle squeezes and tugs on Clive's balls, and skims of nails from his free hand on his husband's inner thigh. Eventually, when Cid pulled away from the other's length again, he decided on a spot just below the vee of Clive's hip and bit down in a mirror of the loving bruise on his own thigh.

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Cid knows every little thing to drive him insane. At first, he had been nervous about his inexperience compared to Cid's experience but now? He's learned enough from Cid to feel confident in his ability to please just as good as Cid pleases him.

Now Cid's teasing, Clive thinks, with the actions that follow. The teeth in particular sends shivers down the younger's spine, though the squeeze to his balls causes him to release a grunt born of pleasure.

Clive's reaches to thread his fingers through Cid's hair, refusing to not touch. He always wants to touch, always, no matter what. He sometimes still feels as if he's as touch starved as the first time they've done this.

Fuck. The more Cid teases him with his mouth and tongue, the more Clive can feel that pleasure building. He shudders in response, those soft gasps and grunts morphing into moans every time Cid uses his mouth on him.

He can feel the way his cock reacts, the pre-cum still dripping from the flushed head and at one point, he swears he can feel the twitch against warm tongue that feels so good on his cock.

Then Cid is biting down, marking him, and Clive gasps. "Ah." His fingers curl into Cid's hair, tightening their grip for only a few moments before it loosens and he lets out a breathy laugh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was payback." But, fuck, he's not complaining.

"Mark me again?" He loves being marked by Cid, loves being reminded by his marks who he belongs to by choice. He willingly belongs to his Husband and he likes the reminders, even if he doesn't actually need them. He likes the sting as his fabric rubs against them or leather squeezes just right against his thigh. This is something that he's already made clear to Cid, he doesn't think his love will refuse his request.

[thunderingoutlaw]

The slide of Clive's fingers into his hair sparked a soft, purring moan low in Cid's throat. Every noise from his husband in response, and those occasional shivers, stoked the heated desire in his veins. He let his mouth do most of the work, ensuring every drop of that clear viscous fluid found its way onto his tongue. At least, until his attention diverted to Clive's thigh.

Groaning his pleasure again at the tighter grip in his hair, Cid only loosened his bite after the younger man's amused comment. His answer was a wordless, acquiescing hum; it was 'payback', of a sort, but the kind he knew they both enjoyed. He kissed the reddened mark, knowing it'd darken to a lovely, tender bruise and remind Clive of this moment for the next few days. His husband's request had Cid grinning against soft skin, adoring hazel eyes lifted once more to Clive's expression. "As many as you want, love."

Cid turned his head, lips and nose skimming along the inner side of the other's thigh. A couple inches down from his first mark, he bit again to work up another. It's a venerating sort of possession, a knowledge that Clive's offer of himself was an immeasurable gift. After Cid let go this time, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss over the spot, trailing a few more back up to the base of his husband's cock. He couldn't resist lingering there for more attention along the shaft, licking up a few drips of precum before teasing the head.

[dunderella]

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