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It had been happening for years. Years that Clive tried to forget. The only saving grace is that it hadn’t started until he was seventeen. His father didn’t have to know about his freak of a firstborn and Joshua could die with only the respect for his First Shield in his heart. He had tried to hide it when it first started but the Branded barracks didn’t afford much in the way of privacy and the older men were a touch too attentive. Clive had fought them off so far with surliness and the Blessing of the Phoenix, Joshua’s gift serving to protect him even from dangers they would never have dreamed to anticipate and long after the young boy’s death.
It started as a tenderness in his chest, an ache that grew worse when he wore his armor and a soreness in his nipples that made even wearing a shirt uncomfortable. But then he woke with a wetness on his chest. He worried at first that his nipples were bleeding in his armor and he found an excuse to get out of sight, but not out of hearing to avoid being accused of desertion, and realized it wasn't blood. His nipples were… leaking. It was white and opaque and Clive may have been enlisted young but he did know what women's breasts were for. But he wasn't a woman. It didn't mean he wasn't leaking milk like a new mother.
It nearly made him panic. He was a target of aggression as it was with his 'airs and graces'. What would they do if they saw he was… lactating? No. He had to keep it secret.
Forever.
"Lad," Cid sighed exasperatedly. "Let me see your wound. You are bleeding and we cannot wait until we get back to the Hideaway. You're losing too much."
"I'll be fine," Clive protested, moving away from Cid's reaching hands. "Stop it," he snapped, slapping at Cid's hands.
"Clive Elwin Rosfield, stop acting like a child," Cid snapped.
Clive's eyes went wide and he looked over at Cid in shock at the other man and then frowned. "My middle name's not Elwin," Clive protested.
"What do you mean?" Cid asked angrily. "Of course your middle name is Elwin. You aristocrats are always naming your kids after yourselves."
"My parents did not use my father's name as my middle name," Clive insisted.
"Oh yeah?" Cid asked. "Then what is it?" he demanded.
"I'm not telling you that," Clive protested.
"Why not?" Cid demanded.
"Cause then you'll use it," Clive told him testily.
"So you admit you need it used," Cid said.
"Wait, no," Clive stuttered. "That's not…"
"Clive, take off your shirt or I will continue with every concievable middle name until I hit the right one and you bleed out and Tarja gets the angry stick out and Jill cries and Torgal looks at me all sad like," Cid commanded again.
Clive sputtered but Cid sat implacably until Torgal whined. Clive deflated.
"It's embarrassing," Clive admitted moodily.
"You were a soldier," Cid said doubtfully. "I've been in those barracks. You don't get privacy."
"I made sure to hunt it out," Clive said.
"Still, you're injured, lad, take it off so I can see that side of yours," Cid said. "Don't make me cut it off you," Cid added when Clive still hesitated.
Clive frowned hard, considering, and then reached for the laces of his jerkin.
"Good lad," Cid praised and got another harder glare for his trouble.
Clive took the jerkin off and crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously.
"Shirt too, lad," Cid urged.
Clive huffed before lifting his shirt over his head and recrossing his arms. He glared at Cid as the older man stared at his chest.
Cid cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Lift your arm, lad," Cid directed.
Clive frowned and lifted his elbow, hands still tucked under his armpits to hide his chest.
Cid frowned but didn't say anything, going to work on cleaning the wound that sliced through Clive's side between his laces. He darted glances up at Clive's reddening and glaring face as he did so.
"You never struck me as the shy type, lad," Cid commented idly.
Clive glanced away, growing ever redder.
It wasn't until Cid turned away to grab a needle and thread to sew up the gash that he noticed anything else amiss.
"Quite a workout for you, huh, lad?" Cid said, wiping his hand off on his pants.
"Huh?" Clive asked, confused.
"You're uh… sweating quite profusely," Cid explained delicately.
Clive went redder than Phoenix flame and looked down in horror and then away.
"Lad?" Cid asked. Clive ignored him. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, lad. Just conversation."
"It's… not sweat," Clive muttered.
"Wha-?" Cid started, looking closer and then went silent. Clive was right. Sweat wasn't usually opaque white. He swallowed as his brain tried to process what it was seeing. "You… uh… lactating, lad?" Cid asked, strangled.
Clive shifted uncomfortably and tried to cover more of his chest.
Cid tore his gaze from the trails of milk running down Clive's abs and up to his chest then face. He softened slightly at the sheer look of shamed horror on Clive's face.
"Is it… painful?" Cid asked.
"I'm fine," Clive said.
"Not what I asked, lad," Cid corrected.
"They're… sore. Especially in the…" Clive trailed off and gestured with his elbow to his bloody jerkin. "Heavy," he added.
Cid considered that for a moment and then spoke up. "Have you tried… draining them?" He asked.
"Draining…?" Clive asked. "I'm not gonna suck my own tits, Cid," he protested angrily.
"Could find someone to do it for you," Cid suggested calmly.
"Find… like who?" Clive demanded angrily.
"I could uh… lend a hand," Cid offered. "Give it a try." He shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly while unable to tear his gaze from Clive's chest.
Clive flushed harder. "You want to…" he squeaked.
"It's worth a try. I don't like the idea of you going around uncomfortable," Cid explained, finally looking up to Clive's eyes.
Clive sputtered, mouth moving soundless for a moment before clicking shut. Clive looked away embarrassed but nodded once.
"Yes?" Cid asked.
"Yeah. Fine," Clive agreed shortly.
"Let me get this sewn up and then we can see to that," Cid said. Clive nodded and Cid placed one large warm hand on Clive's side as he readied the needle to pierce flesh.
Clive didn't move during the ordeal. Tense in a way that could be attributed to the needle and thread but had started the moment Cid had touched him with his bare hands, the better to handle the delicate procedure.
Cid wiped the blood away and rinsed the area before bandaging it.
"Alright, Clive," Cid said when he was done and everything was put away. "I imagine this would be easier if you uh… laid down."
Clive swallowed and nodded then glanced down at the ground and before he managed to lie down, Cid was arranging a bedroll under him. Clive watched, shocked and touched for some reason before Cid stepped back and let him get comfortable.
Cid knelt next to him for a moment. "You'll need to move your hands, lad," Cid said, gesturing to Clive's still crossed arms.
Clive swallowed and nervously licked his lips before he moved his arms, setting them at his sides.
Cid watched him and stared for a moment, studying his swollen breasts and red irritated nipples, the milk trickling down his sides. He shifted oddly before lying down himself on his side and leaning over Clive's chest.
"Still alright?" Cid asked quietly.
"Yeah," Clive answered softly with a shy nod.
Cid moved closer, mouth open and hot breath making Clive shiver as it rushed over his wet nipples. Clive bit his lip hard when Cid's mouth closed over the first nipple in order to bite back his moan.
It felt… weird. The suction on his nipple and the feel of the milk being sucked from his chest as Cid suckled was completely new. Completely foreign.
Clive's hands fisted in the bedroll under him as if grasping for control. His hands kept twitching, opening and closing on the fabric under him. His breathing picked up slightly as Cid shifted again for a better latch. He gasped as Cid's hand landed on his other breast, fingertips digging in and massaging slightly. He had his eyes tightly closed and even he couldn't say why he glanced down at Cid but he did.
Their eyes locked as Cid was staring up at him while he suckled.
Clive whimpered, eyes going wide at the heat in Cid's eyes.
"You alright, lad?" Cid asked as he pulled away, milk still staining his lips.
"Yeah," Clive answered, sounding strangled.
"You don't sound too fine," Cid answered and shifted closer, his groin brushing Clive's hand and making evident the hardness in his pants.
Clive's eyes went wide and he shifted his fingers slightly to brush more obviously against the bulge.
"Aye," Cid said.
Clive gasped audibly as Cid pressed harder into his hand, mouth hovering over Clive's nipple as he kept Clive's enthralled gaze heatedly. Cid licked at the nipple with just the tip of his tongue, curling his tongue back as if to savor the taste for longer.
"Let's get these beauties empty, sweetheart, and then we can deal with anything else that needs emptied," Cid teased.
Clive whimpered and nodded.
"Good boy," Cid praised and went back to work sucking down Clive's nipple and the milk in his swollen breast until the flow slowed and stopped.
Cid pulled away, licking his lips before leaning further over Clive's body and latching onto the second nipple.
Clive moaned aloud this time, squirming slightly at the feel of Cid's mouth on him and his body pressing Clive into the ground.
Cid leaned over him, one hand on his far hip, thumb brushing against the seam of his thigh.
Clive cried out, hand instinctively going to Cid's head and holding him in place, when he felt Cid's teeth close on his nipple and worry the nub slightly between sucking.
"Cid," Clive gasped and bit his lip.
Cid laved the nipple with his tongue in apology and pressed closer.
Clive squirmed, hips rolling up seeking some sort of pressure. Clive could feel Cid smile wickedly around his nipple and then Cid's hand left his hip and closed around his hard cock trapped in his leathers. Clive cried out again, rolling his hips up into the hold and hand tightening on Cid's hair painfully as he held him in place, close to his breast.
Cid's hand worked him through his leathers even as the older man's hips rolled against his thigh. Clive's fingers tangled in Cid's short hair and held him close as he pressed into the mouth and hand and sought… more. More of everything. More tongue and teeth and hands and heat and need and lust and…
Clive cried out as his orgasm rushed him with Cid's hand rubbing his trapped cock and flooding his pants with cum. Clive whimpered as Cid pulled away while he came down from the high of his orgasm.
"You alright, lad?" Cid asked.
Clive stared up at him for a moment before surging upwards, hand tangled in Cid's hair pulling him down, to kiss him passionately. He moaned at the taste of milk still on Cid's lips and pulled Cid down further until he was pressing Clive into the ground again.
"I'll take that as a yes," Cid teased as he pulled away. "Such a good girl letting me suck on these beautiful tits."
"Cid," Clive moaned, high and needy.
"Should I give your body a reason to make such lovely milk?" Cid asked. "Breed you up proper?"
"Yes," Clive begged, hips rolling up against Cid.
Cid leaned down to kiss Clive again as he pulled the younger man's pants off.
Clive reached up to strip off Cid's jacket and shirt in one swift yank. His fingers tangled in Cid's chest hair as he ran his hands over the chest in front of him. It was so similar to his own but without the heavy weight of milk in his breasts and the feel of the masculinity in the muscle and hair and lightly scarred flesh made him moan and spread his legs further for Cid to take his place between them.
"Eager are you?" Cid asked.
"Shut up and fuck me," Clive accused, blushing hotly.
"Oh I'll fuck you," Cid promised, lips right next to Clive's ear. "But something tells me you like it when I talk to you. Call you a good girl," Clive shuddered. "Suck on your pretty tits. Empty those heavy things."
"Cid, please," Clive begged.
"That's it, gorgeous," Cid praised. "You can beg me for anything."
"I'd beg you if I thought it'd work," Clive accused.
Cid chuckled. "Oh I promise it'll work." He sat back and ran his eyes greedily over Clive's body spread out under him like a feast ripe for the taking. "The sheer possibilities. Shall I tell you what I've thought of on those long cold nights on the road with you sleeping just on the other side of the fire? Or those late nights talking in my solar?"
Clive looked up a bit shocked at Cid.
"Oh aye, I thought about it. About a lot of things. Most of them involving you just like this: needy and hard and wet for me. So many options. So little time. I need to know what you want though, babygirl. Tell me how to please you right now."
Clive moaned at the idea of Cid thinking about him like this. "Cid," he moaned needily.
"That's it, babygirl. Tell me what you need," Cid urged, hands running over Clive's sides and then up to brush against his sensitive nipples and making Clive shiver.
"Fuck me already," Clive ordered.
"That's not how you ask," Cid admonished teasingly. He leaned over to tongue and nibble on Clive's neck as the younger man tried to rut against him.
"Please, Daddy," Clive finally begged.
Cid inhaled deeply to try to calm himself as Clive writhed against him, warm and needy and begging so so pretty. "That's it, babygirl," he crooned. "Being such a good girl for me."
Clive whimpered, arching up to try to rub against Cid in encouragement.
Cid kissed him, rolling his hips down to pin Clive under him and give them both some much needed stimulation.
"You're going to be the death of me, lad," Cid accused heatedly.
"Not if you don't fuck me already," Clive sniped.
"Testy," Cid teased. "Be good for me and Daddy will breed you up right and proper." He nipped along Clive's jawline as one hand reached out blindly for his bag.
Clive shuddered at the feel of Cid's teeth rasping along his stubble and whimpered, tilting his head to expose more of his jaw and neck to Cid's ministrations.
"Just like that, babygirl. Being such a sweet thing for me," Cid praised. He grunted and sighed, kissed Clive's cheek and pulled back so he could actually see what he was doing and dug through his bag with a frown.
Clive blinked and then pouted as he watched Cid until the older man emerged triumphantly from his bag and tossed it to the side. Clive raised one eyebrow as he watched Cid celebrate the vial in his hand.
"What? Did you expect me to take you dry, lad?" Cid asked, amused.
"I expected you to take me sometime before sunrise," Clive responded.
"I will," Cid protested.
"I don't know," Clive told him. "Feeling a bit neglected over here," he added sarcastically.
"Oh?" Cid asked with a deep, fake pout. "Is daddy not giving babygirl enough attention?" He leaned back down to kiss and nibble at Clive's neck and jaw and ear. "I can fix that."
"Don't know if I want you to," Clive said, but the tilted head to give Cid access spoke differently.
"Oh," Cid crooned. "Don't be like that, babygirl. Daddy wanted to make sure he doesn't hurt you." He peppered soft kisses over Clive's neck and down to his shoulder.
Clive sighed as Cid hit the spot behind his ear and melted at the treatment.
"You'll be good and let me fuck you like you want, won't you?" Cid asked. His tone was amused and mostly rhetorical but he waited for Clive to answer before he moved on from kissing a dark spot into Clive's skin.
Clive shivered and nodded. "Yeah," he sighed.
"Yeah what?" Cid asked.
"Yeah, daddy," Clive answered obediently.
"Good girl," Cid praised.
Clive whimpered a bit as Cid kissed his way down his clavicle and over his collarbone. He left biting kisses into Clive's tender breasts. A dark bruise to the left of a scar over his side. A soft kiss to the stitched wound. A nip to the seam of his thigh.
"Cid," Clive begged.
Cid smiled and kissed the hard cock next to his face before he took it into his mouth. He suckled on the head as he had suckled on Clive's tits, drinking down everything Clive could make for him.
Clive shuddered and moaned with Cid's talented mouth around him. He barely even noticed as Cid's fingers traced his rim, slick with the oil he had so triumphantly found. All Clive could do was spread his legs further, welcoming and putting himself on display for the older man.
Cid pulled off Clive's cock with an audible pop. "Good lad, just like that. Keep relaxing for me."
"Cid," Clive moaned, hands seeking out the other man to tangle in his short hair and hold on.
Cid turned slightly to kiss the delicate skin of Clive's wrist next to his head. "So lovely. Such a sweet thing. You're gonna open up for me, aren't you darling?"
"Yes, please Cid," Clive begged.
Cid smiled as he slipped his first finger into Clive's body easily. He twisted his finger, fucking the younger man with it as he loosened him up. The heat of Clive around just his finger had him eager to be buried deep inside him but he took his time, waiting for Clive to start begging again before he added a second finger.
Clive wanted more. He needed more. Cid was right there but his fingers weren't enough. Not one, not two, not even three was enough to sate him. All he could do was writhe in pleasure and beg. And beg he did. Pleas for more and Cid's name fell from his lips and he could feel more than see Cid's smile against his skin.
"That's it, babygirl. Daddy'll take care of you. Are you ready? Loose enough for me?" Cid asked.
"Yes, Cid. Just please get inside me already," Clive begged and Cid smiled.
Cid kissed Clive's cock before slowly removing his fingers from Clive's body and sitting up. He used the oil left on his hand to slick his cock and kicked Clive's hips up into his lap to position his cock at Clive's loose and wet hole.
"Oh babygirl," Cid said, gazing down at Clive, spread and wet and debauched waiting for Cid's cock. "Daddy's going to make such a mess of you."
"Please," Clive begged again.
Cid smirked and pressed in, the head of his cock stretching Clive just that little bit further than his fingers could. The lad was hot. Hotter than usual inside and Cid moaned as it engulfed him as he sunk in to the willing body beneath him.
"Oh, Clive," he sighed. "You are so tight around me."
Clive didn't answer, just squeezing around Cid's cock even more as his hips met Clive's ass. Cid paused until Clive whimpered at the lack of movement.
"Cid," Clive whined.
"I've got you, babygirl," Cid assured as he lifted Clive's hips to better his angle before pulling back and, holding Clive up with a wide strong hand on the small of his back, thrust back in quick and heavy.
Clive cried out high and sharp at the movement and wrapped his legs around Cid's hips to hold him closer. "Harder," he ordered.
Cid huffed out an amused laugh. "Bossy," he accused fondly but obeyed, pulling back and pressing back in hard enough for the sound of their bodies slapping together to echo through the clearing along with Clive's high cries and Cid's grunts of exertion until both were muted by Cid kissing Clive, hot and messy.
Clive dug his fingers into Cid's hair as they kissed and rocked together, seeking release. He panted and moaned as Cid pulled back to rest their foreheads together and catch their breaths.
"You are so beautiful," Cid breathed.
Clive whimpered, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and pleasure.
"You are," Cid said again and kissed over his heated cheeks. "Such a pretty girl."
"Cid," Clive protested.
"Ah ah," Cid countered.
"Daddy," Clive corrected shyly.
"What's babygirl need?" Cid asked.
"I need your hand, daddy," Clive said. "I want to cum."
Cid kissed him as he reached down to wrap around Clive's cock and stroked him as close to in time with his thrusts as he could until Clive tumbled over the edge and came between them, cry muffled behind Cid's lips.
Cid grunted as Clive's body clamped around him and he kept shallowly thrusting until he too reached his peak and his hips slowed until they were both breathing each other's air, catching their breaths until Cid let out a soft chuckle.
"Do you feel better?" he asked.
"Huh?" Clive countered.
"Your tits, do they feel better?" Cid explained.
"Oh! Um… yes," Clive answered shyly. "Thanks."
"Anytime," Cid told him. "Really, Clive," he said earnestly. "Anytime."
"I'll let you know," Clive assured.
"Good," Cid said and then looked down at the mess in their laps and pulled out of Clive gingerly. "I'll get you cleaned up in a second." He pulled away and reached for his bag again, pulling out a waterskin and a rag.
Clive flushed in embarrassment as Cid wet the rag and went to clean him up. He started at Clive's chest, cleaning the dried milk from his skin before he moved down to wipe the cum and oil from his groin and ass.
Clive sat up as Cid was rinsing the rag again and was taken by surprise as Cid reached over to pull him into a kiss.
"Been wanting to do that for ages, lad," Cid told him.
"I uh… same," Clive said shyly.
"Lovely thing," Cid praised. "Getting all shy on me."
"Just… never thought anyone would take that so well," Clive admitted.
"It's part of you," Cid explained. "And I care about you, lad. All of you. Even the parts I don't understand."
"Thank you, Cid," Clive said sincerely.
Cid kissed his cheek in answer and let him get dressed. "Come on, lad. Best get back to the Hideaway and let them know we've cleared the road."
Clive smiled and joined him in getting dressed. Maybe this whole… milk thing wasn't so bad.
The Hideaway was quiet when they got back, all except the Fat Chocobo which was a hub of activity. The Cursebreakers had brought back another group of Bearers and they were helping them settle in and celebrate. Cid patted Clive on the back and headed to the bar to socialize with a smile and wink at Clive.
Clive rolled his eyes and went to put his things away and check in with Tarja about his wound. It had stayed stitched from Cid's tending but she would throw a fit if he didn't let her know he'd gotten hurt.
As Tarja was inspecting his side, he could feel the tenderness of his breasts growing and hoped he could get away before he started leaking.
"You're fine. Be more careful and tell Cid he did a good job. And don't overdo it for the next few days," Tarja reprimanded him and Clive nodded distracted and rushed to put his shirt back and so he could leave. "Go on," Tarja allowed and Clive left with a soft thank you to the woman.
He started for his bunk before the sound of Cid's laughter in the Fat Chocobo rang out and he paused. He had told Cid he'd tell him when they needed drained again. And it had been several hours now. He headed toward the Fat Chocobo and slipped up next to Cid as the crowd mingled. He had no idea how to say this without being obvious about it.
"Cid," he greeted eventually.
"Clive," Cid said with a wide smile. "Here to relax?"
"Was actually wondering if you wanted a drink," Clive settled on saying pointedly and he saw as Cid's eyes darkened.
"Aye, I could go for a drink," Cid agreed and steered Clive toward the back stairs with a hand on his back. He ignored the muffled sound of Gav asking why they were leaving when Kenneth had drinks.
It took everything Cid had to not jump Clive before the door to the solar closed behind them. As soon as it did, he had Clive pinned to the door and was kissing him like he wanted to suck the very air from his lungs and drown him in kisses.
Clive moaned as he was kissed and pulled Cid closer, hands tangling in his hair and directing him down to his chest as Cid pulled away.
Cid pulled the collar of Clive's shirt down to mouth at his tits and leave biting bruises across the expanse of tender flesh.
"Will you be a good girl for me, Clive?" Cid asked. "I have an idea I've been thinking of all afternoon with these and I would love it if you would indulge me."
"Yeah," Clive nodded.
"Yeah what?" Cid urged.
"Yes, daddy," Clive answered obediently.
"Good girl," Cid praised. He stood up straight again and pulled Clive after him to the desk and sat in his chair. His hands made quick work of the buckles of his belts and opened his trousers to free his cock and stroked it. "You're going to sit here on Daddy's lap while he works and I'll drain those heavy things for you while you do."
"Yes," Clive agreed. "Yeah, daddy."
"Good girl," Cid praised. "Come on over and take a seat, love." He stroked his cock and grabbed a vial of oil from his desk. Clive shot him a briefly amused look as Cid slicked his cock. Clive moved to straddle his lap and with Cid's help eased down onto his hard cock.
Clive moaned softly as he sunk down until he was fully seated. This position let him get so much deeper and it felt wonderful.
"Good girl," Cid praised. Hold your shirt open for Daddy to see those beautiful tits of yours."
Clive reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it open to display his chest.
Cid leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Clive jerked, hips jumping up seeking stimulation as Cid's talented mouth went to work sucking down Clive's milk.
"Daddy," Clive begged.
"Be a good girl, Clive, and don't move," Cid said. "You still have milk for Daddy to drain. You know you'll feel better after you're empty."
"But..." Clive started.
"Daddy needs to take a break though. You've made so much he's all nice and full," Cid interrupted and Clive whimpered as Cid pulled back. He rubbed over Clive’s chest and stomach. "You can keep those gorgeous tits ready for Daddy while he works, can't you? Be a good girl and Daddy will try to breed you again. Your pretty body is just so eager to give Daddy a baby. We have to keep trying for it."
Clive shuddered. "Daddy..." he begged breathlessly.
"Tell me you want to be good for Daddy or you can go to bed empty," Cid falsely threatened.
"I'll be good, Daddy," Clive promised.
"Good girl," Cid praised.
Cid kissed Clive sweetly before he picked up his pen and went to work on the reports set off to the side so he can see them while Clive stays in place, chest out, shirt pulled to each side, full of Cid’s cock.
Clive couldn't tell how long they were sitting there with him so full, of Cid and of milk, before he started to cry. Tears of frustration and need trailing gently down his cheeks. Cid reached up to wipe them away without looking or acknowledgement and licked them off his thumb.
"Daddy," Clive begged softly.
Cid looked up to see the sheer need on Clive's face and kissed him. "You're being so good for me, love," he praised. "Do you need Daddy to drain you?"
"Yes, please," Clive answered. "And breed me," he added.
Cid kissed him sweetly and went back to sucking on Clive's tits, both of them moaning at the milk flooding Cid's mouth. WHen the first was drained, Cid turned to the other, standing up and laying Clive back over his desk so he could thrust into him as he suckled.
Clive let out a high cry, heedless of who could hear them in the Hideaway. "Cid," he called out.
Cid just sucked hard. Fucked harder. The desk rocked, sliding over the floor as Cid pounded into Clive's body.
"Fuck," Cid said as he pulled off Clive's nipple, teeth the last to let go of the pebbled flesh. "So hot. So tight. Such a good fucking girl. Gonna breed you, babygirl. Give you a reason to make that lovely milk."
"Yes," Clive answered. "Please. Cid, daddy. Fuck me like a bitch. Breed me full. Want to be dripping in you. Please, fuck. Cid. Daddy. Fuck," Clive's words devolved as Cid thrust even harder, hand coming up to rest around Clive's throat and waist as his hips rabbited in animalistcally and the sound of their skin slapping together drowned out the sound of begging.
Clive cried out as he came, Cid following close behind with a muttered mantra of, "fuckfuckfuckfuck."
"Oh fuck, Cid," Clive said as they came down.
"Give me a minute. I'm not as young as I used to be," Cid answered.
Clive slapped him on the arm lightly, arms and muscles feeling more like jelly.
Cid chuckled. "Come on, lad," Cid said, pulling Clive up to sit and wiping him down. "Call me sentimental but I believe a bed is in order right about now."
Clive followed Cid as he was tugged gently up the stairs and towards Cid's bed where he was gently pushed into laying down. Clive let out a woosh of ait as Cid collapsed on top of him, arm thrown over his waist.
"Cid?" Clive asked in the silence after a moment.
"Hm?" Cid asked.
"What's this mean?" Clive asked.
"Means you're not going back to the barracks unless you really want to," Cid answered. "You're mine now."
"Huh? No, I meant this," Clive pointed to a cartoon drawing of Cid carved into the wood next to his head.
"My daughter, Mid. Thinks she's such an artist," Cid grumbled. "But she was only seven when she drew it."
"Oh," Clive said.
"You'll meet her soon. She's in school in Kanver but there's a break coming up soon. She'll be back to visit," Cid explained.
"Oh," Clive answered. "Good."
"She'll like you," Cid assured.
"I hope so," Clive said.
"She will. I do," Cid told him.
"I'm glad," Clive told him.
Cid kissed the skin under his face in response, over Clive's heart.
"Get some rest, lad, something tells me we'll be draining those beauties come morning," Cid teased.
Clive flushed but didn't respond, letting the silence of the room and the distant sounds of a crowd downstairs drift over them until he heard Cid's snuffling snore and hid a smile behind pursed lips. Alright. Maybe they weren't such a curse. Still glad his family didn't know but something told him they'd be happy with how it turned out.