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At first, Cid thinks he's done something to offend the lad. Almost as soon as he steps into the same room as Clive, the younger man nearly sprints from the room. But it doesn't happen all the time. It's a puzzle. And Cid has always loved puzzles.
So Cid takes to paying exceptionally close attention to Clive at all times the lad is close. And quite a few when he is not. He earns himself quite a few odd looks from Otto. And Charon. And Kenneth. And Gav. And Blackthorne. And....... well. It may have gotten slightly out of hand.
He wasn't about to stop, however. And so he found a pattern. What seemed like a pattern. Clive was fine during missions. He was fine when Clive came to the solar to discuss business. He was even alright if Cid caught him early enough in the day. It was near dark and when Clive was meant to be staying at the Hideaway for longer than the day and night. Never the first day he returned and only seldom the last day before he was to head out again.
So with a pattern discerned he took to testing theories and watching Clive’s reactions. When Clive was prepared to meet Cid, he could get as close as he liked, and he did test how close. Clive didn't seem to object but he did become flustered when Cid threw an arm around him and got close enough to feel the heat of Clive’s skin through his armor. But that didn't cause Clive to flee. He stood almost stubbornly despite his clear confused almost-panic.
When Clive was not expecting Cid and in those times he anticipated the lad running from him, Cid could barely get into the same room before Clive was bolting faster than his levin. And there was a look in Clive’s eyes at those moments. A touch of fear. A hint of flustered panic. And mostly embarrassment. Clive was doing something he didn't want anyone to know about. But what? Cid had run into him in the Hall, the infirmary, the forge, and the Fat Chocobo. He wasn't doing anything untoward in any of those places and no one had brought any complaints about him. So... he was doing something he didn't want Cid to know...
It made Cid all the more determined to find out what Clive was hiding. He didn't think it was dangerous but he would admit, only to himself and only where no one not even Metia could see him, that he might be slightly obsessed with the lad.
So, step two, or was it three(?) to determine what was going on was to try to catch hold of Clive so he could get more clues. Cid took to following Clive surreptitiously and then joining the younger man out of the blue and trapping him, through social convention thankyouverymuch, so Cid could observe him.
Clive shifted. Was what Cid could determine. He shifted and moved and looked around nervously, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes searched for an escape route. Cid kept him close longer and longer and if his eyes were not deceiving him, which he would not be entirely surprised by, Clive seemed..... aroused?
It was flattering as Cid could honestly say that no matter his past exploits no one had ever been so.... impacted by his sheer proximity.
That's when Cid made up his mind to pursue. After all, it wouldn't do to leave the lad wanting when Cid was perfectly willing, perfectly eager.
But Cid would admit to a slightly cruel streak. So started the flirting during those lovely moments of Clive’s hidden desperation. A sly remark here. A teasing offer there. Clive looked even more panicked the first time. And hungry. He stared back at Cid, eyes wide and mouth slightly open with such a heavy weight of need.
Cid let the last soft offer hang for a moment before he smirked at Clive and winked before walking away.
He could practically feel the heat of Clive’s blush as he walked away.
Clive seemed both more relaxed and yet more unsure the next few times Cid had interacted with him, both in his aroused state and out. Cid decided to let Clive know the offer still stood regardless of Clive’s current issue, or lack of one.
The next he saw Clive, the lad was standing outside the solar, staring at the door. Cid nearly ran into him as he was preparing to leave to hunt him down himself. He could see that same look in Clive’s eyes as he looked up startled and flushed. Cid stepped aside to welcome him in. Clive paused only half a heartbeat before walking past Cid and letting him close, and lock, the door.
"Surprised to see you here," Cid commented lightly as he turned the lock and then turned himself to follow after the younger man. Clive had barely moved. Cid practically ran into him as he turned but Clive wasn't looking at him. He seemed caught up and desperate and trying to reign himself in. Cid brushed his hand over the small of Clive’s back to urge him further into the room and was completely unprepared for Clive’s knees to buckle, almost sending them both to the floor.
Cid caught Clive easily and was shocked to hear Clive’s soft moan as he wrapped his arms around Clive’s waist to hold him up.
"I know I'm a catch, lad, but no one's ever swooned quite so literally at my touch," Cid teased.
"Bastard," Clive moaned as he tried to stand upright on his own again. Cid was not about to let him go now and so helped guide Clive over to the sofa in an incredibly awkward manner as they tripped over each other’s feet.
Cid set Clive down on the sofa and shifted himself as the lewdness of Clive’s moans caused his body to react without his permission, though he did manage to avoid any self-deprecating thoughts. Clive had sought him out in this state after all.
"Want to share what has you so flushed, lad?" Cid asked. "You haven't been subtle about the... desire pooling in your veins. For those watching, at least."
Clive bit his lips, looking up at Cid standing above him and reached for his belt. The leather vest had been left behind, leaving Clive looking far more approachable and far more relaxed and Cid was entranced as he watched Clive’s hands fumble at the ties to his trousers.
"Are you sure, Clive?" Cid asked, pausing Clive’s hands with his own.
"Please," Clive begged and who was Cid to deny him. He slipped his hands away from Clive’s skin and the lad took a deep bracing breath.
Clive lifted his hips with a groan and a moment of panting to slide his trousers down his legs. The lad wouldn't look at Cid as he spread his lags, showing not only his red and dripping cock, that Cid would admit to being distracted by but what looked like the base of something further back. He swallowed his own moan as it registered what he was seeing. A toy slid inside of Clive’s body that he could see moving and twitching, vibrating even as he stared. His thoughts scattered and the only thought that seemed to stay was the absurd wonder of how Clive was accomplishing that feat of making it move in such a way.
"You are... astonishing," Cid praised, stepping between Clive’s spread legs and reaching out to spread them further. As soon as his gloved palms met Clive’s flesh, the lad moaned and Cid could see the toy moving quicker as Clive arched his back, squirming as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to get away or get closer.
"t's your fault," Clive accused heatlessly. "Whenever you're close, it..." He trailed off as he went breathless when Cid’s hand stroked up his thigh to press on the toy and drew a sharp cry from Clive.
Cid was entranced by the view of Clive’s stretched rim around the base of the toy. He wondered what shape it took within him. How long and deep it went. How thick and wide it stretched him. He was drawn from his staring as Clive’s voice whimpered out his name.
He looked up to see Clive watching him with wide eyes, tears pearling on his lashes from the frustration of the not-quite-enough sensations.
Cid couldn't help himself. He dove forward to kiss him. Desperate and hungry and full of longing. He let the toy go and instead wrapped his gloved hand around Clive’s leaking cock, swallowing the moan it drew from the younger man.
"Such a lovely present," Cid teased. "I don't think I'll let it out of my bed for quite a while."
"Cid," Clive begged and Cid reached down to pick him up effortlessly, hands on the backs of Clive's thighs and ass as his legs wrapped around Cid to hold him close.
Cid moaned himself as he could feel the vibrations of the toy against his own hidden and hard member as Clive’s ass settled in the cradle of Cid’s hips. Cid only stumbled once as he went up the steps toward his bed and set Clive down on the rough-hewn blankets.
Cid's hands couldn't stop wandering, cataloguing every hitched breath and moan and arch as he tracked the spots that made Clive squirm and the toy move faster. He was torn between a desire for slow exploration, to drive Clive mad with the feel of Cid's hands and learning the lad’s body versus the deep and heavy, *aching* lust burning in his gut.
Clive's pretty pleas and begging eyes sealed it for him. He would have time for slow. Right now he nearly tore his clothes off in a desperate bid to feel Clive skin to skin, jacket and shirt being tossed aside as Clive followed his lead and peeled his own off to toss toward the sofa and his trousers.
Cid paused as Clive tossed his shirt aside and he was left staring at the expanse of smooth, and only partly scarred, skin. He had to touch. He had to feel that flesh against his and was nearly feral as he tore his own gloves off with his teeth to spit them to the side so he could rest his bare hands around Clive's waist and then tracing the toned muscles of his abs up to his chest and tracing the bottom obscene dip below his pecs before he flicked at the pebbled nipples. He watched Clive's face intently as he did and watched him twitch periodically, his cock dribbling over itself at the touch to his nipples.
Cid smirked as Clive looked up with those wide teary blue eyes and leaned down to take one into his mouth, teeth closing around the sensitive flesh before toying with it with tongue and teeth. He hesitated briefly but then tossed the worry aside and let himself mark the beautiful chest in front of him with bruises in the shape of his teeth.
"Cid," Clive whimpered. "Stop teasing. Need you. Please."
"Look at you, love. Utterly desperate," Cid said in awe.
"Yes," Clive agreed. "Yes. I am. Need you to fuck me already, Cid. I've been waiting too long."
Cid kissed him for that as he reached between Clive's legs for the toy. Clive jolted a sharp cry being swallowed by Cid as his bare skin touched the toy for the first time. Cid could feel the way the toy was vibrating now, his proximity making it move faster than he saw previously, faster than he had felt through his trousers while carrying Clive to bed. He pressed on it, moving it around before he began tugging it out of Clive's body. It was a fraction of an inch out before he pushed it back in. He continued as Clive begged, easing the toy out a little more each time before pressing back in until he was fairly fucking Clive with the vibrating toy, slow and easy and so frustrating for the younger man.
He eased the toy out completely, longer and thicker than he expected and licked his lips. "Hope I don't disappoint," he teased as he set the toy aside and kissed Clive again, hands desperately opening his trousers and barely pushing them down before reaching to the desk beside his bed for a bottle of oil. He didn't waste time with too much before he was slipping inside of Clive, both of them moaning at the feel and pausing, heads pressed together as they basked in that first hot wet slide of joining.
Clive lifted trembling legs to wrap around Cid and pulled him, holding him as deep as he could as Cid rocked slightly, hips never separating from their place pressed against Clive's ass with how little he pulled back.
"Cid," Clive said, looking up and Cid was struck with the sheer trusting hunger in those eyes. "Claim me," Clive urged.
Cid was speechless as he kissed Clive hungrily and sat up, hiking Clive's hips up as he did so he could fuck into him easier. He spent only moments on slow and easy before he let the drive to take and claim and fuck and bruise take control. Clive seemed to thrive in the heavy driving force of Cid's thrusts, nails clawing into Cid's arms where they held him up and head thrown back. Cid knew he was in the right position when Clive let out a cry as he pressed in and he aimed repeatedly for that spot, driving Clive's cries higher and louder before he smothered them with a kiss.
Cid wasn't going to last long. Not with Clive looking like that. Sounding like that. Feeling like that. He slipped a hand around Clive and watched him as he fisted his wet cock. Clive looked wrecked as he stared up at Cid in blind pleasure before he crested with a cry, legs pulling Cid closer again and painting his own chest and Cid's hand in hot spend. Cid was moments behind him, spilling deep inside Clive with a growl and an aborted urge to bite and bruise and mark that lovely stretched taut neck.
They spent long moments both coming down from the racing heights of their shared pleasure. Cid pulled back gingerly and Clive whimpered as he did so. Cid eyed the toy in thought but ultimately decided against it as the toy was still vibrating even outside of Clive's body. He may have a sadistic streak but he wasn't that cruel. He took care to lever himself to the side before he fell to the bed, one arm still thrown over Clive and holding him close.
"Well..." Clive finally said, sounding stunned but pleased. "So much for not being your type."
Cid blinked and then stared at Clive. He pushed himself up so he could hover over Clive and could see Clive hesitate, nervousness creeping in at Cid's serious and silent stare.
"You have always been my type," Cid told Clive seriously.
"But..." Clive started.
"Anything that was said or implied to the contrary was a pathetic attempt to not get attached to someone who had already said they weren't going to stick around," Cid explained and then looked away embarrassed before meeting Clive's eyes again. "Still didn't stop me wanting you in my bed. Or flirting horribly. As much as I knew it was a bad idea. And as much as Otto sent me those exasperated looks."
"Oh," Clive said eloquently.
"Yeah... oh," Cid agreed.
"So... that means you'd be willing to do it again, right?" Clive asked, numbly.
Cid barked a laugh. "Oh we will definitely be doing that again," he agreed as he laid back down next to Clive, twisting onto his back and letting Clive follow him with his eyes before turning to curl up pressed to his side. Cid wrapped an arm around Clive before reaching out blindly for the toy and holding it in his hand. The thing, a crystal embedded in a glass phallus, was vibrating so hard it was difficult to hold onto in its slick state, coated as it was in oil from being inside of Clive.
"Where did you possibly get something like this?" Cid asked, in wonder as he turned and twisted it to study it.
"Um... Jill gave it to me," Clive admitted sheepishly, face hidden in Cid's side and the heat of his flushed cheeks seeping into Cid's skin.
"What?" Cid asked, stunned.
"She said I should... 'practice' if I wanted to be ready for you," Clive admitted. "I had no idea it would react like that to you."
"Only to me?" Cid asked, filing away the knowledge of Jill encouraging Clive to practice having something inside of him to examine at a much later date.
"So far as I know. It's not like I've... 'worn' it outside of the Hideaway. But it doesn't react like that to Jill so I can't imagine it's a Dominant thing."
"Hmm..." Cid hummed consideringly.
"’Hm’, what?" Clive asked.
"Just wondering... How much it'd be... vibrating if you wore it while fucking me. Or if I was the one... *using* it as it were," Cid admitted. He glanced down and over as he felt Clive cease moving as he spoke. There was a wide-eyed hunger in Clive that seemed surprised and lost in fantasy for a moment.
"You'd let me?" Clive asked.
"Hm?"
"Top you," Clive elaborated.
"Of course," Cid agreed. "Did you think I'd really want to go forever without feeling that inside me?"
"I didn't really... think about it," Clive admitted.
"Well," Cid smirked. "Something to think about."
"I'd like that," Clive said. "Or seeing you wearing that. I'd not recommend going outside with it if I were you."
"Oh?" Cid asked.
"I at least could escape the room to stop it. You would have to make it all the way to privacy."
"Good point," Cid agreed. "I'd still like to try it. Maybe I can wear it while fucking you next time."
Clive licked his lips and moved to straddle Cid's lap, cock already showing evidence of trying to get hard again. "That may be sooner than you'd think."
"I did say I wasn't likely to let a gift like you out of my bed."
Clive responded by kissing him deeply. The desperation had waned after their first coupling but the hunger and lust and need was just as strong and all-encompassing. He didn't want that to ever change.