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It wasn’t often that Cid felt that itch under his skin. It was becoming more common with Clive in the Hideaway and his bed. The knowledge that there was someone here now that could take him down and he could trust to pick up the slack and catch him. He hadn’t at first. Cid wouldn’t put that weight on Clive without asking and well… It was hard to ask when Clive looked at him with that overwhelming sense of awe.
Eventually though it had been a series of unfortunate, or perhaps fortunate, events that led to that first time. Clive, blood heated from battle and an argument about both of them taking better care of themselves and Cid had poked and prodded, the exact words escaped him, and Clive had pinned him, manhandled him, topped him with such care and carefully controlled force that Cid had melted.
Clive had had questions after that. Mostly centered on why Cid hadn’t told him. And Cid didn’t have an actual good reason. There were some explanations; didn’t want to burden you, I don’t need it often, it gets intense. Clive called chocobo shit on each one. You are never a burden. You want it and that’s enough. I’m not afraid of intense.
Greagor, how did he deserve this boy?
They started slow. Clive simply manhandling Cid, bending him to his will for a couple hours at a time. They worked up from there. A toy here and there. Practicing until Clive knew how each one worked individually before they moved forward again. Combining toys into new configurations.
And all of that was joined by Clive taking a more and more active leadership role. It wasn’t intentional but people looked to him, asked for his help, his advice. And when he was spending so much time with Cid, he was there at meetings so often they tended to not even start until he was present. Until Cid had one day taken a stack of papers and set them heavily down in front of Clive and told him he might as well help with the paperwork as well as the fun bits.
That led them here. To Cid on his knees, hands bound behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes, a plug in his ass. He was under his desk, Clive’s cock in his mouth. It had fluctuated from hard to soft to hard to soft again through the hours he had spent here. He didn’t know how long it had been. Didn’t even care. Clive had him.
He sighed through his nose as Clive’s hand landed once again in his hair, ruffling it and petting him. Cid barely reacted when there was a knock at the door. A twitch but nothing more. Clive soothed him none the less and asked who it was. Cid wasn’t paying attention. But the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t know who. He didn’t care who. Clive wouldn’t have let them in if it was a threat. It could only be a handful of people. They had agreed. Cid still needed to have some sort of sense of untouchable authority. So it was Tarja, Otto, Gav, Jill. The knowledge flowed through Cid’s head without sticking.
The murmur of voices above him attempted to pull him up and he shifted, trying to hold onto the soft feeling where he was. The voices stopped for a moment and Clive’s hand trailed from his hair down to his cheek. He was pulled off of Clive’s cock and Cid whined.
“Shh,” Clive soothed. “Everything alright, my little levinstrike?”
Cid squirmed and nodded. Then shook his head. Then nodded again.
“Can’t make up your mind, love?” Clive asked.
Cid nodded again and left it at that.
“Come on,” Clive said, wrapping a strong hand around Cid’s bicep. “Stand up, darling. There you are,” he crooned as Cid was standing unsteadily on his own feet again. “Come here,” he said and urged Cid forward and onto his lap, chest to chest with Cid’s legs spread to either side.
Cid relaxed into Clive’s chest, head tucking into Clive’s neck as the younger man’s hands trailed soothing nonsense patterns over his back and arms. The voices were back. He tucked his head deeper into Clive’s shoulder and whined.
“Do you need me to distract you from our company, darling?” Clive asked.
Cid nodded his head sheepishly.
There was a brief chuckle from behind him but it didn’t sound mocking or vicious. Just mildly amused.
“Alright,” Clive’s voice said, tinged with that same hint of amusement. “Come on, lean forward, sweet thing.” Clive’s hand urged him forward, deeper into Clive’s chest and then trailed lower to the plug in Cid’s ass. Cid squirmed with a brief whine until he felt Clive press a kiss to his temple and shushed him.
Clive toyed with the plug for a moment before he eased it out and set it on the desk.
“Come on, my little levin,” Clive said, helping Cid situate himself to ease down onto his cock. “You’re going to be good for me and ride me, aren’t you? Nice and slow.”
Cid nodded and started moving. He didn’t have a lot of leverage, nearly none, but he was able to grind on Clive’s cock. Slow, easy. Focus.
“Just like that, darling,” Clive crooned. “Keep just that pace.”
Cid did his best. The voice started again and he tried so hard to keep the same pace but eventually he faltered. It just felt so good, he wanted to speed up. Just a little. Clive wouldn’t notice he was too busy with their guest.
SMACK! Cid jolted at the sound and then the rush of heat from where Clive had spanked him. He let out a high moan as the sensation flooded him.
The voices had stopped.
“I told you to keep that rhythm, little levinbolt,” Clive chided. Cid whined at the disappointment in Clive’s tone. “I am in a meeting.”
Cid whined in protest. “Gav, do you mind a moment?” Clive asked, anger in his tone that Cid was wary of but not scared of. Never scared of. “Thank you,” Clive said and then Cid was being lifted, manhandled onto the desk, arms trapped under him as Clive thrust into him forcefully.
Cid moaned trying to arch into the sensations of Clive’s hands on his skin and the cock in his ass and…
“This what you needed, greedy thing?” Clive asked as he pounded into Cid’s body. “You just needed me to fuck you and put you in your place, didn’t you?” Clive demanded. “Say it,” he growled.
“Want to be put in my place,” Cid moaned.
“Where is your place, little spark?” Clive demanded again.
“Under you,” Cid moaned.
“That’s right. And when you are under me, who do you obey? You or me?” Clive ordered.
“You,” Cid answered with a high cry as Clive’s angle shifted to pound that place inside him that he was always desperate for.
“That’s right. So are you going to behave?” Clive pressed.
“Yes,” Cid cried out.
“Yes, what?” Clive growled.
“Yes, My Lord,” Cid answered.
Clive wrapped a hand around Cid’s leaking cock. “Come for me then.”
Cid felt his orgasm rush him at Clive’s direction. He could tell he was soaking the blindfold with tears as he shook and felt Clive flood him with his own grunted spend. There was the sound of something being moved on the desk and then Clive was pulling out, Cid too exhausted to protest. But he did moan at the feel of the plug going back in.
“Good, little spark,” Clive praised and pulled Cid up to sit and then back on his lap. “Sorry about that, Gav,” Clive apologised before the murmur of voices began again.
Cid didn’t catch a response as he was lost to the feel of Clive’s hands soothing his tired muscles. It was alright. Clive had him. Clive was here. That’s all Cid needed to know.