clive's only sexual experience being hasty flings in dark corners with men who didn't dare kiss him, so having his prostate massaged for the first time by a man keen to suck on his tongue is thrilling and absolutely too much for him

the old man has to build up his stamina again to impress the handsome young thing. back breaking work, but clive demands it - otherwise it's a matter of rolling cid over and taking everything he has to offer, riding him until he's barely conscious. messy and slick

"this is going to ruin the tour." "... you what, lad?" "the world tour." (but thank you! i'm imagining clive having a bet with gav that he can do more of something than gav can, but cid is too distracting...)

as actually a quick follow up i won't write dub/non con but stuff like a/b/o is okay!

wherever they had come to play is a terrible mess. claw marks in the ground, boulders knocked several feet where they had once been. but cid was treated tenderly, past a few odd bruises (cid had asked for them). cid needs to be massaged and have a meal brought to him, while clive is peppy and eager

captain of the ship ready for it 🫡 endless respect...

just something great about cid being pulled around to be where ifrit wants him. bent, stripped. claws cutting through cid's clothes. and what a helpful curious tongue to get cid ready for what's to come. important to wear ifrit out now and again

like a large breed dog, you have to keep him entertained. let him stretch his legs and provide him with enriching games. cid is his favourite game, and cid doesn't mind ifrit being a little rough

(just need to push clive a little further in bed to rouse ifrit. ask where all that fire has gone.)

just a lot to be said about semiprimed clive under cid for a fun evening, and then cid under ifrit for a fun night

i may or may not enjoy him getting strapped by molly/desiree etc

luckily the next time he has clive to comfort him, of course

hard for hours. a sticky mess within the first few orgasms & coming harder & harder each time. no change in the amount he's producing. only just out of sight of the road & crying out as he fucks himself, cock flushed in hand. maybe brought a toy in case of lonely nights in inns

and clive's most formulative memory of freedom is finding him one night. cid doesnt shy away, and clive realises he can look without being attacked. realises he has the choice to bathe in silence or chat. gets clean and cid just fills the quiet with a little nonsense. its nice