Cid moves naturally with Barnabasβ 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 canβt wait, he canβt help himself- as he reaches in to fish out his cock.
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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 canβt wait, he canβt help himself- as he reaches in to fish out his cock.