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There's plenty of ways this could have gone, and this is certainly one, yet that does not mean he expected it. The grim shift in Cid's demeanor left him uncertain of where he sat on the matter, and if perhaps learning of the circumstance meant a rejection or ire would be aimed at him.

Instead, it is lips upon his, hands grasping tightly at his shirt, and a firm hold keeping them connected. Barnabas returns the gesture, his lips pressing and parting, their breath mingling as tongue seeks tongue. Barnabas' hands grab at Cid's own clothes, pulling and unbuttoning them with pointed haste and desperate purpose. With care he takes control of them both, walking Cid back towards the bed as they kiss, though he does not yet push him upon the mattress.

He doesn't dare separate them yet.

His heart thrums in his chest, and his cock stirs in his pants. An ache blossoming within him, both of need and of grief. Oh, what providence! That which he had lost is now here with him, it fills him with a feeling that is nearly intoxicating. He wishes to drink deep of it, swallow every drop.

[levindicated]

Cid moves naturally with Barnabas’ movement, allowing him to press him back to the bed. He groans into his mouth as Barnabas undresses him, noting how unevenly this process his going. His hands go to where his shirt cannot manage to button up any further, grasping one side in each hand as he pulls it all apart, baring his chest instantly.

Oh how he wishes he could just wantonly stare at it right now- but there would be time enough for that soon. He palms the front of his jeans and gives his quickly hardening prick a rough squeeze. A promise, really.

Cid breaks the kiss to breathe, to glance Barnabas over. He grabs the top button of his jeans and pulls it open, head swimming as the scent of his bare skin washes over him like the tide. He can’t wait, he can’t help himself- as he reaches in to fish out his cock.