Only You
*waves* Hey folks! Cal here.
This is a birthday fic for karios_kaeris!! It's a day late >///<, almost two! And we are ashamed, but no one said we work fast! So here is a little bit of Cid-kink for you my dear! Thank you for the encouragement! This turned out to be rather fun, and my Vincent muse is burbling quite contendly in a corner with his blankie now XP. Not to mention my brain has been churning on what they could try next! Eee-gads! Anyway, we hope you like it and that your Cid/Vin whore is appeased for the time being ;3.
Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! And congratulations on your move to Europe!!
Title: Only You
Authors: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent x Cid
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII, that would all be SquareEnix. But can you imagine what they could rake in if they did stuff like this?!!?
Warnings: Yaoi, BDSM, sex, oral, toys, some kinks... yup, you guessed it: the closest we've come to a PWP in a looooong time ("plot" is weeing in a corner, poor neglected thing). NOT for the little'uns! And NOT to be read at work!! Be responsible people! Oh, and speaking of, we're not responsible if your eyes bleed, you chose to read it! >3
Summary: Their lives had been stressful: too much time at work, not enough time together. What happens? Vincent gets an idea and gets a little... dominant.
A/N: This one is easy: Larry: Vincent, Maynard: Cid. Seriously though? We were only along for the ride on this one, and what a ride and show it was! It turns out the muses needed it more than we thought! But for the record, we went way out of our comfort zones on this one and research for this was... interesting >///<. So if we got somethin' "wrong", we apologize to any offense that might have been taken. =3
For the last several weeks, Vincent had been agitated, wound up and with no way to alleviate his mounting tension. Either he or Cid had been kept at work overlong so their home life had primarily consisted of sleeping and eating with very little time actually spent together, and he had had enough. The idea had come to him several days ago and the more the thought about it the more it had appealed to him, to the point he had actually gone out and made several discreet purchases at some novelty stores around town, and for what else he needed he had placed equally discreet orders. Deliveries had come by way of a PO Box so Cid was completely oblivious to what Vincent had in mind for him. Now the day had finally rolled around to where he could actually carry his plan to fruition. So he sat, wrapped in his terrycloth bathrobe with everything set up and in place, just to the right of the front door in a chair in the corner, waiting for Cid to get home from work.
Cid hated people some days. Well, most days, and most people. And he hated idiots every day. He worked with idiots, lots of them. Wanna-be pilots who were just as likely to piss their pants as they were to actually get a plane off the ground…and the take-off wasn’t nearly as important as the touch-down. They’d kept him a full hour and a half past schedule to harass him about field tests, and frankly, only two of them were ready. He’d nearly had to resort to simply beating them back as he walked out of the building. Today had sucked, and he hoped Vincent would be home and in a good mood, maybe even good enough for them to snuggle as they fell asleep. And maybe he’d cook something for dinner tonight; Cid missed cooking, and it was something of a stress-reliever. He was glad for the chocobo; Gaia had recently started to become quite fond of motor vehicles, and the traffic was too much to bear. He was also pleased to find that the weather was nice and mild. By the time he got home, his mood had improved a little. That is, until he realized he had to tend to the bird and its kin, go shopping for something to cook, clean and prepare the meat, and- no, he wasn’t cooking today. Maybe another day. And the birds had water; the rest could wait. He brought Boko to the stable and left him there, and then trudged back home, thoroughly miserable as he realized that today was just another one in the monotonous pattern that had become his life.
Cid was late, and Vincent was irritated, which only suited him more for what he had in mind. When he heard the ‘wark’ of Cid’s chocobo, followed by the heavy clomping of boots up the steps of the porch, a grin found its way to his lips. The front door came open, followed closely by the entrance of his pilot. “Hello, Cid. I’ve been waiting for you.” He said softly, fingers steepled in front of his face as he appreciatively eyed the other man’s physique, slowly becoming more excited as he did so.
Cid froze. That didn’t sound good. Not t’day, not Vincent… “I got held up, fuckin’ idiots…” He couldn’t read the look on Vincent’s face, and that worried him as much as the words. “Everything okay?”
Vincent’s grin only widened, becoming toothy. “Come here.” Cid eyed him a moment more, but finally did so, and when he stood almost directly in front of him he said, “Stop.”
“Vince, what is this?” Cid asked, no less irritated now than he had been coming in the door. A day full of idiots, and Vincent wanted to play games. Maybe he was leaving, and he wanted to make a point before doing so? Cid prayed that it would be anything but that. He would die if Vincent left, he knew that for sure.
“Shut up.” Vincent said without inflection. “Do not speak.” He sat quiet a moment, let his eyes roam openly over Cid’s strong, capable shoulders, his broad well-muscled chest that flowed down into a ripped abdomen and lower still into a narrow waist. He stared at Cid’s crotch, the man’s thighs and back before his eyes flicked back up to Cid’s. “Take off your shirt.” He said in his same neutral tone.
Stunned into silence, Cid stared back at Vincent. His mouth worked silently for moment, and when Vincent ordered him to remove his shirt...well, he wouldn’t deny that he was beginning to get rather excited, but still. “Th’fuck, Vince?” he asked when he had disposed of the garment.
“I said be. Silent.” This time his voice held a clear warning. He stared at Cid’s bared chest, the man’s nipples, darker, flat disks that were quickly turning into hard buds. From arousal or the cooler air, Vincent didn’t know, nor did he particularly care. “Take off your pants,” he said next, licking his lips in anticipation.
Managing to scowl, glare, and look confused all at once, Cid obeyed, suddenly conscious of the fact that he had again chosen to wear nothing beneath his pants. He could feel something in his mind beginning to click, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Leaving him would have been humiliation enough; what was all this about? As much as he wanted to test the warning in Vincent’s tone, he chose to keep quiet for now and wait this out.
“Good boy,” Vincent rumbled, letting his eyes take in the entirety of Cid’s nude form. He was an adonis, really, perfectly proportioned in every way, and perfectly male. He licked his lips again as he took in Cid’s sex, already beginning to become aroused. He raised an eyebrow. He would have to move quickly then. Scooting forward to the edge of his seat he reached into the pocket of his robe and withdrew a simple synthetic ring. He reached forward and gently placed it over first one of Cid’s testicles and then the other, and finally, just as gently, squeezed Cid’s penis through. Small smile of satisfaction in place he leaned back in this chair and crossed his legs, taking a moment to enjoy Cid’s reaction to the cock ring. Finally he said, “Get on your knees.”
Cid had started to protest- Vincent had said he was a good boy, and what kind of a reward was- no, wait, that wasn’t even the point. The point was that Vincent had to have a motive behind these things, and he didn’t think he liked what kind of motive that might be. His scowl deepened as he squirmed, looking down at the infuriating restraint. Just the idea of it- His mind starting humming a different tune when he saw the boots Vincent was wearing. They weren’t his usual ones, that much was for sure. In fact, they were almost plain compared to those; these were all black leather and no shiny gold plates. They made him wonder what exactly Vincent was hiding under that robe. He wouldn’t just wear them for no reason. Vincent had spoken at some point during Cid’s time lost in thought. He wanted Cid on his knees. No problem. Slowly, he knelt down and looked up at Vincent, scowling again when he realized that he was hoping for more praise. Th’hell, Highwind?
Vincent’s smile was approving, and he rewarded Cid with a brief caress to the man’s face and another murmured, “Good boy”. He reached into the pocket of his robe again and took out a pair of delicate clamps joined together an equally delicate chain. He leaned forward and placed first one clamp and then the other to Cid’s nipples, feeling a surge in his own slowly-growing arousal at the soft gasp from the pilot. He then returned to his pocket one last time and retrieved a heavy leather collar affixed with a large D-ring. He then fastened this collar around Cid’s neck and buckled it snugly, but not tight enough to choke. He loved Cid’s obedience, and it did much to alleviate his irritable mood. Next he slowly stood up and without breaking eye contact with Cid, reached for the tie on his robe. Unfastening it he let his robe fall open and then off, revealing his soft skin-tight leather chaps that left his cock, adorned with its own cock ring, and buttocks open to the air. He wore a tight leather vest that was held together by lacing up the sides and four crisscrossed buckled straps in front. He too wore a pair of nipple clamps, the thin chain just visible beneath the buckles, and round his neck he wore his own collar. But where his collar differed from Cid’s was that it held no D-ring. Instead it was studded with small spikes. He wore his hair shaggy and free and his eyes were heavy lidded as he stood just out of immediate reach, his groin at eye-level with Cid. He turned, giving Cid a brief glimpse of his bared backside as he retrieved a thin chain dog leash from the table next to the chair. When he turned back, he held it up and asked rhetorically, “Now…are you going to be a good boy, Cid?”
Cid groaned. He had suddenly been hit with the understanding that he would not be allowed to touch, and that was possibly the worst of all. Vincent was practically begging to be touched dressed like that, all that tight leather and his cock exposed and that ass… Cid wanted him now, and knowing that he had very little control over what happened was annoying, unnerving, a bit frightening, and more than a bit arousing. He eagerly nodded his assent to Vincent’s question, rhetorical though it was, and his eyes drifted down to the pale, firm skin of Vincent’s belly and hips, not quite covered by the leather on either side. Then he saw the leash, and determining how he felt about it proved quite difficult. He was nervous, but it was somehow a pleasant feeling, and he wondered how long he would have to be good to be allowed to suck Vincent’s cock. In anticipation, he strained forward unconsciously.
“Ah-ah,” Vincent warned, bringing up one leather-clad leg to place the toe of one boot in the middle of Cid’s chest, infinitely careful not to snag the chain connecting the clamps on Cid’s nipples. “You have not been given permission.” He slowly walked around to behind Cid and stepped in close, pressing his naked sex against the back of Cid’s head, giving a soft moan at the contact. Eyelids fluttering a little in desire, his own cock ring constricting delightfully as his dick slowly became engorged, he reached down to stroke Cid’s cheek and murmur, “If you become fearful, you need only say the word ‘Boko’ and I will stop and free you. Do you understand?”
Cid nodded again, hoping Vincent wouldn’t need him to form the words. His throat was dry. Giving a soft, contented moan, he leaned against the hand touching his cheek. At the same time, he tried to tilt his head back enough to find Vincent’s eyes, and thought absurdly that his hair was going to be sticky if Vincent stayed there too long.
“Very good,” Vincent said, moving away to step back around and clip the leash onto Cid’s collar. Giving a firm tug, he signaled for Cid to stand.
Cid eased onto his feet, concerned about moving too quickly lest he irritate anything Vincent had attached to him. Tongue darting out to moisten his lips, he wondered where Vincent was going to bring him.
Keeping a snug hold on Cid’s leash, he led the pilot slowly into the kitchen which was lit by several candles and two standing lamps draped with red silk. The low lighting atmosphere, coupled with the subtle, musky scent coming from the candles caused Vincent’s senses to focus more keenly on what was going on, as well as relax any tension that might have built. Maneuvering Cid to stand in front of the kitchen table, he said firmly, “Bend over and place your palms upon the table. Do not speak and do not look around or I shall be forced to punish you.”
Cid complied, swallowing reflexively. Again, he was tempted to push, to see how far Vincent would take punishment…but he wanted to be good, because he wanted to feel good. It made sense to him, so he kept his mouth shut and his eyes to the floor. That didn’t stop him from smelling, though- the heavy aroma calmed some of his worries, but also somehow heightened his arousal. He shuddered, straining his ears for any hint of what was coming next.
“So very good,” Vincent breathed, stroking Cid’s back once, trailing his fingers down Cid’s spine to leave off contact at Cid’s buttocks. He placed the leash upon the table and walked back behind Cid and opened a drawer. Inside he retrieved a plug and some warm lubricating oil. He generously coated the plug and then the fingers of one hand before returning to Cid. He placed his fingers at Cid’s buttocks and pressed, murmuring, “Shhhh,” when the man jumped at first contact. He eased in one finger, then two, thrusting slowly, he grinned at Cid’s shudder. A third joined the first two until he judged Cid ready and then they withdrew and he slowly inserted the plug, allowing Cid’s body to accommodate the awkward size of the toy.
Trying not to complain, Cid settled for silently pouting. He’d hoped, when Vincent had started preparing him, that he would be filled with something distinctly more human and considerably more Vincent. He clenched around the plug once he had gotten used to it, testing its size and placement. Then he got to wondering just what Vincent had in mind. Cid, while imaginative when blessed with random strokes of genius, was not the most outgoing bed partner most of the time, and he’d certainly never dreamed up anything like this. At least, not with himself in the submissive role. Those fantasies tended to die quickly, but maybe Vincent had been keeping track after all?
“Nice,” Vincent sighed, cupping Cid’s buttocks in his hands and squeezing firmly. Cid looked good filled like that. He picked the leash back up and tugged Cid in the direction of the side of the table and instructed firmly. “Get on the table and lie down in the center.” The table, a heavy wooden thing that took four people to move, had been a gift from Reeve when they had first moved in, and Vincent snickered now at the expression on the man’s face should he ever find out what it was being used for at the moment. As it was, the monstrosity was just long enough to accommodate Cid’s height and was more than sturdy enough for what he had planned.
After sneaking a brief, curious look at Vincent, Cid clambered onto the table and knelt in the center of it, biting his lip. Vincent hadn’t said anything except to lie down; was it worse to ask or to carry out the wrong instructions? He compromised and made a questioning sound, wincing because he should have known in the first place what Vincent wanted.
Vincent hesitated, an eyebrow raised. “Did you say something?”
Cid shook his head, swallowed again, and started to stretch out along the table. Slowly, he went from his side to his stomach, hoping he had chosen the correct position.
Vincent’s eyebrow remained raised and he shook his head. “No,” he said, “on your back, with your head at this end.” He tapped the end of the table closest to the wall.
Chagrined, Cid hurried to correct his mistake- and he was glad Vincent had corrected him, because lying on his stomach made the clamps quite painful. Once on his back and facing in the proper direction, he squirmed a bit until he was mostly comfortable. He shivered again in anticipation, wanting to look around even more now but certain that he was still not allowed.
Vincent smiled, taking a moment to lightly brush the tips of his fingers over one of Cid’s swollen and sensitive nipples. He then bent down and retrieved the leather manacles that he had fastened with light chains to an eye ring screwed into the wall just below the window. The chains were just long enough to reach Cid’s wrists when the man’s arms where stretched above his head. It was a snug reach, but not uncomfortable if used in short durations. He buckled Cid’s wrists in securely then moved to the end of the table. He spread Cid’s legs wide apart until the man’s ankles hung off of the table, and he retrieved the manacles that he had attached to the legs there so that Cid was securely immobilized and on full, naked display. He shivered, feeling a surge of lust swell is cock even more as he let his eyes devour his prize.
Despite the fact that he knew he was bound at both ends, Cid had to test the restraints, shifting first his arms and then his legs, whimpering as the jerking movements jostled the plug. Seeking out Vincent’s eyes, he swallowed again as his mind started racing.
Vincent looked at Cid dispassionately. “Be still.” He cautioned before walking over to the counter and retrieving a small wine bucket of ice and a single pillar candle. He returned to Cid and placed the bucket on one side of the pilot and the candle on the other before climbing up onto the table to straddle Cid’s waist, pressing their sexes together enticingly. He then leaned forward onto his elbows on either side of Cid’s head and soundly kissed the blond, probing deeply with his tongue. He slanted his mouth for a deeper kiss, moaning into it as he ground his erection into Cid’s now very prominent one.
Immediately forgetting the order to be still, Cid kissed Vincent back eagerly and shifted his hips against the other man’s. He regretted it soon after; he was only making things worse for himself, since he wouldn’t be able to come like this with the damned ring on. He moaned as his attempt to put his arms around Vincent was stopped dead by the restraints.
Pulling away and grinning, Vincent stilled Cid’s movements by sitting more forcefully on Cid’s hips. He then picked up an ice cube and the pillar candle and his grin widened. There was a small pool of hot wax in the candle, and with scary precision, he dribbled some wax onto Cid’s chest, making a trail up to Cid’s nipple. As soon as the hot wax hit Cid’s nipple, he applied the cold water from the slowly melting ice cube in his fingers. He repeated the motion to Cid’s other tender nipple before setting both down and ferociously kissing pilot again. He sat up once more and without breaking eye contact with Cid, he reached into the ice bucket and retrieved an ice cube. He then looked down, brought the cube to the head of his penis, and slowly dripped the freezing water onto the flushed tip. He gave a massive shudder and moaned loudly at the sharp, nearly painful sensation, his body answering by producing a small dribble of precum. He was so aroused now that he was afraid that he might pass out if he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure soon.
Cid had hissed at the sensation of the wax on his chest, moaned as it reached each of his nipples, and tried in vain to twist away from the ice water, causing it instead to run over more of his chest than what was protected by the cooled wax. He’d been on the verge of complaining when Vincent had leaned in and kissed him again, and now as he watched Vincent playing with the ice cube, his eyes widened. Some of the moisture, warmer now, made its way onto his skin, and he did not want to think of how it would feel for that ice cube to follow. “Fuck, Vincent, don’t do that t’me,” he muttered, not even aware that he was speaking aloud as he tried fruitlessly to twist his hips away from the threat.
At the sound of Cid’s voice, Vincent sat up and looked down at the bound man under him, frowning in severe disapproval. “You do not get a say in what happens to you, pilot. You are to do only what you are told. I have warned you once, and once is all you shall get. Now I shall have to punish you.” He tossed the ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it while he slid off Cid and walked over to a black bag on a chair in the corner. He bent over and rummaged around inside for a moment, not even trying to mask the sound of more light chains sliding together, and found was he was looking for. Grinning evilly, he turned back around and approached Cid’s head. He then revealed what he had in his hand: a ball gag. Almost roughly, he inserted the ball into Cid’s mouth then worked the strap around Cid’s head and buckled it tightly. He then leaned down close to one of Cid’s ears and said roughly, “I have forbidden you to speak, and yet you have spoken, so I shall take that ability away from you. Again, should you fear, knock your head against the table three times in a row and I shall unbind you. Do you understand?” He stood back up and popped another ice cube into his mouth while he idly stroked himself and waited for Cid’s acknowledgement.
Chastised, Cid nodded and shut his eyes. He was far from fearing- in fact, he was quite enjoying himself, in an odd way- but he didn’t want to watch anymore, or think too much about anything. He was sorry for having disappointed Vincent and he didn’t like the gag, but it made perfect sense for it to be there. He shuddered again, still able to hear Vincent even with his eyes closed. If he wasn’t going to like what was coming, he didn’t want to know about it before it happened.
“Good boy,” Vincent crooned, threading his fingers through Cid’s hair. He hated to lose the use of that mouth, as Cid was particularly adept at kissing, but punishment was punishment. With a last couple of tugs on his now nearly painful erection and a raised eyebrow at Cid’s closed eyes, he slowly climbed back on top of Cid and once again straddled Cid’s waist. The way he sat now had the pilot’s firm erection nudging and rubbing the crease of his backside and he moaned softly, fighting the urge to impale himself on Cid’s thick shaft, but he utterly failed to keep from rubbing himself against the man’s belly. Carefully he lowered himself over Cid’s chest and began softly kissing Cid’s neck and running his lips along Cid’s strong jaw. Slowly, he began working his way down Cid’s neck, stopping when he encountered the collar, then moved lower still to the V of Cid’s neck where he nuzzled a moment like he used to do when they would snuggle, nudging the collar up to gain access. With that kind of slow, deliberate progress, Vincent worked his way down Cid’s body, stopping every now and then to pop a new ice cube into his mouth. When his mouth was idle, his nimble fingers picked up with small teasing caresses and strokes to Cid’s sensitized body. He licked and kissed, nipped and nuzzled, and when he arrived at Cid’s navel he held an ice cube in between his lips and teeth and slowly ran the cube around and around the navel before dipping it into the shallow orifice. He sucked the cube into his mouth and while he waited for it to melt, his fingers played with Cid’s penis, his fingertips tracing lightly over the ruddy head, and grinning when he saw the organ twitch and weep. Finally the ice cube melted entirely and his lips were back at Cid’s abdomen, tongue dipping into Cid’s navel before he moved the rest of the way down. Soon he was on his knees in between Cid’s legs with one hand wrapped around Cid’s cock, standing it up. While he played with himself with the other hand, his red eyes watched Cid’s face for reaction.
He always had hated the cold, and he’d never liked seeing Vincent use his mouth on his body, but he did love the way it felt. The heat of his body matched the cold of the ice in intensity, and the result was something between electric and numbing. He sucked in his stomach to get away from the cube when Vincent stopped to play with his navel. Oddly enough, he didn’t hate that, but it wasn’t something he’d be asking for again. When the cold was mostly gone and the feeling was almost all Vincent, Cid relaxed further and gave a muffled, questioning moan around the gag. Part of him wanted to open his eyes and see what the holdup was- Vincent’s lips should have been around him by now, but they weren’t, and his hand was mostly still- but he kept them shut. They were not squeezed tightly, only resting closed, and he found that Vincent’s touch was more arousing when it was a surprise. He moaned another inquiry, bucking his hips up slightly in a plea.
“Be still,” Vincent murmured right before he slowly ran his cold tongue up the underside of Cid’s thick erection to end in a flat lick across the tip. He then dropped his mouth down over Cid’s cock and began bobbing his head, alternating with pumps from his hand. After several bobs, he relaxed his jaw and slowly deep throated Cid, working the back of his throat against the over-sensitive head before resuming his aggressive attention. His free hand was buried between his legs and he whimpered softly in need as his swollen, turgid member sought release, but was denied no matter how hard he jerked. He just needed more! Releasing Cid’s dick with a wet slurp to bounce back down onto the pilot’s stomach, Vincent slid off Cid once more and made his way back over to the black bag in the corner. It was time to move this to the next level. He dug around a bit and found a thick, synthetic cock, not as thick as Cid’s by any stretch of the imagination, but it would serve its purpose. He then retrieved the warm oil he had used for Cid’s plug and walked back to the table where he set the small bottle down on the surface. He took a moment to suck on the toy while he jerked his own cock before picking up the oil and generously lubricating it. Next, he knelt on a nearby chair, hugging the back with one arm and reached back to slowly insert the toy into his ass. Gradually his body began to relax and accept more and more of the toy until it was fully inserted and he began to thrust it as well as he could, clinging to the back of the chair with his cheeks flushed and eyes squeezed shut. His mouth was open in a pant and he moaned, low and guttural at the stretching burn of being utterly filled. For the moment, he was completely oblivious to everything else.
Cid had tried his best to be still while Vincent sucked him -he always did- and had honestly expected Vincent to bring him release for a moment, but then the warmth was gone, from his cock and his legs. He heard Vincent digging through the bag again and groaned, trying to figure out what else he might be dragging out to “play” with. But Vincent didn’t come back, and Cid slumped, disappointed. He thought he heard soft sucking nearby, but there was no reason for that, unless Vincent was sucking his own fingers, or unless someone else was here. In the midst of his wondering, he heard a moan he recognized very well. Vincent had something bigger than fingers inside him, that much was for sure. He had to see. Opening his eyes, Cid groaned at the sight that met him. From this angle, he could see Vincent fucking himself with the toy and clinging desperately to the chair. Cid gave a louder moan, pleading again, and tried to jerk away from the bonds in Vincent’s direction. He wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of Vincent or the toy. All he knew was that he wanted some of that, he wanted it now, and he was willing to take any consequences to get it. Flailing as much as he could manage, Cid was now practically whining constantly, trying to get Vincent’s attention and, with any luck, permission.
Giving a series of soft moans and pants, Vincent’s eyes came open and he saw Cid’s desperate face. He licked his lips and with one last, hard thrust of the toy, which resulted in a hard jab to his prostate, causing him to cry out, he slowly removed the toy and stood shakily. He steadied himself, breathing heavily and staring at Cid’s straining organ fixedly. That was what he wanted. Placing the toy on the chair, he walked haltingly over to the table and climbed up onto it again. He eagerly straddled Cid’s hips, reached behind him to grab Cid’s cock, place it at his relaxed opening and slowly ease himself down onto it, groaning at the familiar fit.
Stilling immediately and letting his head fall back as he groaned, Cid watched Vincent lower himself. Nothing felt this good, not anything. He had the feeling that if he could get his hips to move just so, he could get the plug to at least move, even if it wouldn’t stimulate any spots that were particularly sensitive. When Vincent started to move a bit, Cid’s head shot back up. This, he needed to see. He wanted the gag out so he could babble, wanted his wrists freed so he could touch Vincent, wanted Vincent at the very least to kiss him, but he couldn’t. Frustrated and very eager for release, he stopped being still again and tried thrusting up into Vincent, but he was too tightly bound to accomplish much. He could break them if he wanted, probably, but that thought didn’t so much as cross his mind. Instead, he locked eyes with Vincent and gave a rather pitiful whimper.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Vincent rode Cid hard and rough and without pause. He leaned back on his hands, his long hair brushing Cid’s thighs as he found the angle that brought the most pleasure to himself. His body squeezed and milked Cid’s cock relentlessly; building the man up toward orgasm, and with another massive shudder, he brought one long-fingered hand around to continue playing with himself. But Cid was first; he was always first…
The constant moaning had started again, pitch and volume fluctuating but ultimately rising as Cid edged closer and closer to the brink. Vincent never stopped, never slowed, never let up, and when Cid came, he did so with a ferocity that almost frightened him, entire body going taut and eyes rolling back. He bit down on the gag hard, and he was grateful for it then, because otherwise his teeth would have been grinding together madly. It seemed to go on forever, though it really didn’t last much longer than it normally did. He all but collapsed when it was over, head thunking heavily against the table only for his neck to strain again with the force of the aftershocks. He wanted nothing more than to reach for Vincent to help him find his release, but he could not even summon the strength to look up at him, much less break the restraints. Not that he had needed this to exhaust him; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t already been tired upon arriving home. Now, he hoped Vincent was nearly done with him, because anything further would leave him dead to the world for days on end.
Vincent kept riding Cid until at last the pilot became utterly still. Rising up to let Cid slip from his body, he moved to ease the cock ring off the man’s genitals. Next, he removed the nipple clamps gently and slid off the table for the last time and staggered up to Cid’s head. He desperately wanted to kiss Cid, and punishment be damned, he unbuckled the ball gag and removed it to replace it with his own mouth. He whimpered into Cid’s mouth, nearly blinded by his own need for release. His hands shook badly as he framed Cid’s face, then broke the kiss and leaned up and over to release the snap holding Cid’s manacled hands to the wall. His rigid cock bumped Cid’s stubbled cheek and he nearly sobbed with sexual agony. Next, he moved to Cid’s bound ankles and unbuckled them as well before moving back to the head of the table to pick up the leash and tug at Cid’s neck. “Get up,” he said raggedly. “Off the table and onto your feet.”
Shakily and dizzily, Cid tried to follow Vincent’s directions. After managing to sit up, he had to stop to breathe, but another tug of the leash reminded him that he had something to do. His legs protested the position, but he stood up anyway, looking almost groggily around the room and wondering if they were going somewhere else.
All but dragging Cid to the foot of the table, Vincent positioned the pilot much as he had the first time when he had placed the plug. Only this time Cid was closer to the table so that he could strap the man’s thighs and calves to the table legs in a spread-eagled fashion. Then he gently turned the collar so that the D-ring was facing back toward him and he moved back to the bag to retrieve a short chain with snaps on both ends. He returned to Cid and brought the man’s hands, still in their manacles, behinds his back, attached one snap to both rings on the manacles, binding them together, then ran the other snap up Cid’s back and fastened it to the collar. “Bend over the table,” he instructed, and when Cid did Vincent took a moment to admire the plug and Cid’s stretched body. So perfect, he thought with a delicious shiver, and so ready for me. To give Cid some warning of what was coming next, he grasped the end of the plug and began to slowly twist it, pressing in slightly before pulling back, and repeating the action several times, saying raggedly, “You may speak now.”
“Mmhm,” was all Cid could manage except for a small sound that was something like a sob. In this position, he couldn’t push back against the object inside him, couldn’t lean forward enough to change the angle, couldn’t reach back to urge Vincent on…hell, he couldn’t even turn his head back far enough to watch. “Vincent, please…”
“Yes,” Vincent purred and slowly pulled the plug from Cid’s body only to replace it with his throbbing cock. He moaned as he fully seated himself in Cid’s loosened body. “Squeeze me,” he demanded.
Cid complied, shaking again from the desire to do something other than just accept this. “Fuck me,” he demanded in return, cheeky grin developing on his tired face.
Vincent grinned toothily and did as he was told, thrusting forcefully into Cid’s bound body, but not before he gave Cid’s tight ass a good hard slap, calling up a lovely red mark. “I don’t think you’re in a position to give me orders, pilot, are you?”
Cid grunted, mouth falling open with the idea that Vincent would dare... “Well, I dunno. Seein’ as if I wanted to, I c’d just stop all this right now…I’d say y’d better be good t’me,” he retorted, grin widening.
Vincent continued thrusting, harder, twisting his hips and loving the pressure on his cock. He landed another stinging blow to Cid’s other buttock, creating a matching red mark rather in the shape of a hand. “And how would you ‘stop all this right now’? Do you plan to attempt to break chain, pilot? Or perhaps rip through heavy leather? I would like to see you try.” He slapped Cid’s buttock again before he grabbed a hold of Cid’s hips with both hands hard enough to leave bruises.
He snorted in reply, but its conviction was dubious, as he was also groaning at the feeling of Vincent inside him and all around him. “You know I could,” he said haltingly, head falling forward only to find the collar tugging it back because of its attachment to his wrists. “Pin ya down an’ ride ya like y’rode me, good an’ hard.”
Resituating his grasp from Cid’s hips to sliding an arm around Cid’s waist and pressing the man back into his body after a particularly hard thrust, Vincent fell forward, over Cid onto his hand. His mouth came to rest just behind Cid’s ear and he said, “Could you now?” He began thrusting again, harder this time and he gasped, “But maybe I like you better tied up, restrained, bound and helpless? Maybe that gets me hard. Mmm,” he purred, licking Cid’s shoulder, “I think you like it too.” He was getting closer by the second, feeling his balls squeezing up closer to his body. He began to pant, soft moans interspersed with his breathing, and his thrusts became more savage, more desperate until he thought he might actually hurt Cid. “I’m gonna come,” he grunted, bracing his other hand on the table along with the first until finally, finally he fell over the edge. The thunderstorm that had taken so long to build had broken, sweeping him away with the sudden relief of pent-up pressure. He cried out, biting down on Cid’s shoulder and hanging on, pinning the man, his mate, in place as his body shook as it emptied. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure threatened to take his legs out from under him and he actually slumped forward onto Cid as his vision dimmed quite suddenly. But finally it was over, and he pulled out of Cid and removed the cock ring from his own spent sex. He fished around under his vest and removed the nipple clamps and tossed the lot onto the table in front of Cid. Leaning onto Cid’s back again, he tenderly kissed and licked the obvious bite mark he had left behind. “Beastly contraptions of torture,” he muttered with a grin. He loved them.
Cid chuckled weakly, nudging Vincent with a shoulder. “M’never really helpless, though, not s’long as it’s you in control.” He was silent and content a few moments, letting Vincent pay attention to his shoulder, and then nudged him again. “Speakin’ of, get me outta these, willya? An’ maybe inta bed?”
“Mmm,” Vincent hummed distantly, perfectly content to remain propped where he was, still very much liking the taste of Cid’s skin. He always had. Besides, the man was an incredibly comfortable prop. “I thought you could break them. You said you could, so why don’t you?” He grinned against Cid’s shoulder.
“Cause I don’t wanna break yer new toys. M’sure we’ll hafta use ‘em again sometime. B’sides, I want you t’do it. Havin’ yer hands on me feels better’n cuts an’ scrapes an’ clothburn. Plus I don’t wanna hurt m’neck. I kinda need that,” he finished lamely.
Vincent laughed softly at that. “No, we do not want you to hurt your neck.” He reached up and unsnapped the chain from the collar, then unbuckled the heavy leather and slid it off, tossing it onto the table. Next came the manacles, then the set of straps around Cid’s thighs, then the ones around his calves, all of which joined the pile on the table. When Cid turned around, he wrapped his arms around the pilot’s body, burying his face in Cid’s neck and said feelingly, “Thank you for letting me do that. Thank you for trusting me.”
Cid grinned against Vincent’s ear. “Thank you fer trustin’ me. Hell, an’ fer desiginin’ th’whole goddam thing. We needed that.” Cid’s arms went around Vincent’s waist and squeezed. “Why don’t we get you outta this getup an’ move on t’the only thing better’n good sex? Yer feet hafta be dyin’ by now.”
His grin matched Cid’s as Vincent took an unsteady step back, teetering a little as lethargy hit him. “Oh, I think I stopped feeling my feet a little while ago, Cid.” He turned, and trusting Cid to follow him made his way towards the bedroom and a large bed that sounded really, really good right now.
Cid did indeed follow Vincent to the bedroom, and then immediately pushed him onto the bed, affecting an innocent grin as he crawled onto him, newly energized for the moment. He kissed Vincent deeply while both his hands worked to unlace and unclasp and push away until Vincent was left in nothing but the boots. Rolling off him briefly, Cid pulled Vincent’s legs to bend at the knees so he wouldn’t have to move to remove the boots. When they were gone and deposited on the floor, Cid wriggled up the bed to rest against the pillows and looked expectantly at Vincent.
Vincent watched rather passively throughout the entire ‘unwrapping’ process, but with warm amusement and a raised eyebrow. He always knew Cid had a decent ‘second wind’ to him. He had hummed appreciatively at the kiss and now, as Cid lay watching him from the pillows Vincent cocked his head to look at the pilot and chuckled softly. Finally, he rolled over and curled up against Cid, resting his head on his lover’s chest just below the stubbled chin. He snaked his arm around Cid’s waist and murmured, “I missed you, Chief.”
“Missed you too,” Cid answered, wrapping his arms around Vincent and pulling him closer. “Anybody ever tell you y’re sexier’n sex itself?” he asked, only half-teasing. He had a dull craving for a cigarette, but he ignored it. After all, he had something much better and much more addictive lying beside him.
"Only you, Cid." Vincent laughed, tightening his arm around Cid’s waist. "Only you."
This is a birthday fic for karios_kaeris!! It's a day late >///<, almost two! And we are ashamed, but no one said we work fast! So here is a little bit of Cid-kink for you my dear! Thank you for the encouragement! This turned out to be rather fun, and my Vincent muse is burbling quite contendly in a corner with his blankie now XP. Not to mention my brain has been churning on what they could try next! Eee-gads! Anyway, we hope you like it and that your Cid/Vin whore is appeased for the time being ;3.
Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! And congratulations on your move to Europe!!
Title: Only You
Authors: silence_laughs and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent x Cid
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII, that would all be SquareEnix. But can you imagine what they could rake in if they did stuff like this?!!?
Warnings: Yaoi, BDSM, sex, oral, toys, some kinks... yup, you guessed it: the closest we've come to a PWP in a looooong time ("plot" is weeing in a corner, poor neglected thing). NOT for the little'uns! And NOT to be read at work!! Be responsible people! Oh, and speaking of, we're not responsible if your eyes bleed, you chose to read it! >3
Summary: Their lives had been stressful: too much time at work, not enough time together. What happens? Vincent gets an idea and gets a little... dominant.
A/N: This one is easy: Larry: Vincent, Maynard: Cid. Seriously though? We were only along for the ride on this one, and what a ride and show it was! It turns out the muses needed it more than we thought! But for the record, we went way out of our comfort zones on this one and research for this was... interesting >///<. So if we got somethin' "wrong", we apologize to any offense that might have been taken. =3
For the last several weeks, Vincent had been agitated, wound up and with no way to alleviate his mounting tension. Either he or Cid had been kept at work overlong so their home life had primarily consisted of sleeping and eating with very little time actually spent together, and he had had enough. The idea had come to him several days ago and the more the thought about it the more it had appealed to him, to the point he had actually gone out and made several discreet purchases at some novelty stores around town, and for what else he needed he had placed equally discreet orders. Deliveries had come by way of a PO Box so Cid was completely oblivious to what Vincent had in mind for him. Now the day had finally rolled around to where he could actually carry his plan to fruition. So he sat, wrapped in his terrycloth bathrobe with everything set up and in place, just to the right of the front door in a chair in the corner, waiting for Cid to get home from work.
Cid hated people some days. Well, most days, and most people. And he hated idiots every day. He worked with idiots, lots of them. Wanna-be pilots who were just as likely to piss their pants as they were to actually get a plane off the ground…and the take-off wasn’t nearly as important as the touch-down. They’d kept him a full hour and a half past schedule to harass him about field tests, and frankly, only two of them were ready. He’d nearly had to resort to simply beating them back as he walked out of the building. Today had sucked, and he hoped Vincent would be home and in a good mood, maybe even good enough for them to snuggle as they fell asleep. And maybe he’d cook something for dinner tonight; Cid missed cooking, and it was something of a stress-reliever. He was glad for the chocobo; Gaia had recently started to become quite fond of motor vehicles, and the traffic was too much to bear. He was also pleased to find that the weather was nice and mild. By the time he got home, his mood had improved a little. That is, until he realized he had to tend to the bird and its kin, go shopping for something to cook, clean and prepare the meat, and- no, he wasn’t cooking today. Maybe another day. And the birds had water; the rest could wait. He brought Boko to the stable and left him there, and then trudged back home, thoroughly miserable as he realized that today was just another one in the monotonous pattern that had become his life.
Cid was late, and Vincent was irritated, which only suited him more for what he had in mind. When he heard the ‘wark’ of Cid’s chocobo, followed by the heavy clomping of boots up the steps of the porch, a grin found its way to his lips. The front door came open, followed closely by the entrance of his pilot. “Hello, Cid. I’ve been waiting for you.” He said softly, fingers steepled in front of his face as he appreciatively eyed the other man’s physique, slowly becoming more excited as he did so.
Cid froze. That didn’t sound good. Not t’day, not Vincent… “I got held up, fuckin’ idiots…” He couldn’t read the look on Vincent’s face, and that worried him as much as the words. “Everything okay?”
Vincent’s grin only widened, becoming toothy. “Come here.” Cid eyed him a moment more, but finally did so, and when he stood almost directly in front of him he said, “Stop.”
“Vince, what is this?” Cid asked, no less irritated now than he had been coming in the door. A day full of idiots, and Vincent wanted to play games. Maybe he was leaving, and he wanted to make a point before doing so? Cid prayed that it would be anything but that. He would die if Vincent left, he knew that for sure.
“Shut up.” Vincent said without inflection. “Do not speak.” He sat quiet a moment, let his eyes roam openly over Cid’s strong, capable shoulders, his broad well-muscled chest that flowed down into a ripped abdomen and lower still into a narrow waist. He stared at Cid’s crotch, the man’s thighs and back before his eyes flicked back up to Cid’s. “Take off your shirt.” He said in his same neutral tone.
Stunned into silence, Cid stared back at Vincent. His mouth worked silently for moment, and when Vincent ordered him to remove his shirt...well, he wouldn’t deny that he was beginning to get rather excited, but still. “Th’fuck, Vince?” he asked when he had disposed of the garment.
“I said be. Silent.” This time his voice held a clear warning. He stared at Cid’s bared chest, the man’s nipples, darker, flat disks that were quickly turning into hard buds. From arousal or the cooler air, Vincent didn’t know, nor did he particularly care. “Take off your pants,” he said next, licking his lips in anticipation.
Managing to scowl, glare, and look confused all at once, Cid obeyed, suddenly conscious of the fact that he had again chosen to wear nothing beneath his pants. He could feel something in his mind beginning to click, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Leaving him would have been humiliation enough; what was all this about? As much as he wanted to test the warning in Vincent’s tone, he chose to keep quiet for now and wait this out.
“Good boy,” Vincent rumbled, letting his eyes take in the entirety of Cid’s nude form. He was an adonis, really, perfectly proportioned in every way, and perfectly male. He licked his lips again as he took in Cid’s sex, already beginning to become aroused. He raised an eyebrow. He would have to move quickly then. Scooting forward to the edge of his seat he reached into the pocket of his robe and withdrew a simple synthetic ring. He reached forward and gently placed it over first one of Cid’s testicles and then the other, and finally, just as gently, squeezed Cid’s penis through. Small smile of satisfaction in place he leaned back in this chair and crossed his legs, taking a moment to enjoy Cid’s reaction to the cock ring. Finally he said, “Get on your knees.”
Cid had started to protest- Vincent had said he was a good boy, and what kind of a reward was- no, wait, that wasn’t even the point. The point was that Vincent had to have a motive behind these things, and he didn’t think he liked what kind of motive that might be. His scowl deepened as he squirmed, looking down at the infuriating restraint. Just the idea of it- His mind starting humming a different tune when he saw the boots Vincent was wearing. They weren’t his usual ones, that much was for sure. In fact, they were almost plain compared to those; these were all black leather and no shiny gold plates. They made him wonder what exactly Vincent was hiding under that robe. He wouldn’t just wear them for no reason. Vincent had spoken at some point during Cid’s time lost in thought. He wanted Cid on his knees. No problem. Slowly, he knelt down and looked up at Vincent, scowling again when he realized that he was hoping for more praise. Th’hell, Highwind?
Vincent’s smile was approving, and he rewarded Cid with a brief caress to the man’s face and another murmured, “Good boy”. He reached into the pocket of his robe again and took out a pair of delicate clamps joined together an equally delicate chain. He leaned forward and placed first one clamp and then the other to Cid’s nipples, feeling a surge in his own slowly-growing arousal at the soft gasp from the pilot. He then returned to his pocket one last time and retrieved a heavy leather collar affixed with a large D-ring. He then fastened this collar around Cid’s neck and buckled it snugly, but not tight enough to choke. He loved Cid’s obedience, and it did much to alleviate his irritable mood. Next he slowly stood up and without breaking eye contact with Cid, reached for the tie on his robe. Unfastening it he let his robe fall open and then off, revealing his soft skin-tight leather chaps that left his cock, adorned with its own cock ring, and buttocks open to the air. He wore a tight leather vest that was held together by lacing up the sides and four crisscrossed buckled straps in front. He too wore a pair of nipple clamps, the thin chain just visible beneath the buckles, and round his neck he wore his own collar. But where his collar differed from Cid’s was that it held no D-ring. Instead it was studded with small spikes. He wore his hair shaggy and free and his eyes were heavy lidded as he stood just out of immediate reach, his groin at eye-level with Cid. He turned, giving Cid a brief glimpse of his bared backside as he retrieved a thin chain dog leash from the table next to the chair. When he turned back, he held it up and asked rhetorically, “Now…are you going to be a good boy, Cid?”
Cid groaned. He had suddenly been hit with the understanding that he would not be allowed to touch, and that was possibly the worst of all. Vincent was practically begging to be touched dressed like that, all that tight leather and his cock exposed and that ass… Cid wanted him now, and knowing that he had very little control over what happened was annoying, unnerving, a bit frightening, and more than a bit arousing. He eagerly nodded his assent to Vincent’s question, rhetorical though it was, and his eyes drifted down to the pale, firm skin of Vincent’s belly and hips, not quite covered by the leather on either side. Then he saw the leash, and determining how he felt about it proved quite difficult. He was nervous, but it was somehow a pleasant feeling, and he wondered how long he would have to be good to be allowed to suck Vincent’s cock. In anticipation, he strained forward unconsciously.
“Ah-ah,” Vincent warned, bringing up one leather-clad leg to place the toe of one boot in the middle of Cid’s chest, infinitely careful not to snag the chain connecting the clamps on Cid’s nipples. “You have not been given permission.” He slowly walked around to behind Cid and stepped in close, pressing his naked sex against the back of Cid’s head, giving a soft moan at the contact. Eyelids fluttering a little in desire, his own cock ring constricting delightfully as his dick slowly became engorged, he reached down to stroke Cid’s cheek and murmur, “If you become fearful, you need only say the word ‘Boko’ and I will stop and free you. Do you understand?”
Cid nodded again, hoping Vincent wouldn’t need him to form the words. His throat was dry. Giving a soft, contented moan, he leaned against the hand touching his cheek. At the same time, he tried to tilt his head back enough to find Vincent’s eyes, and thought absurdly that his hair was going to be sticky if Vincent stayed there too long.
“Very good,” Vincent said, moving away to step back around and clip the leash onto Cid’s collar. Giving a firm tug, he signaled for Cid to stand.
Cid eased onto his feet, concerned about moving too quickly lest he irritate anything Vincent had attached to him. Tongue darting out to moisten his lips, he wondered where Vincent was going to bring him.
Keeping a snug hold on Cid’s leash, he led the pilot slowly into the kitchen which was lit by several candles and two standing lamps draped with red silk. The low lighting atmosphere, coupled with the subtle, musky scent coming from the candles caused Vincent’s senses to focus more keenly on what was going on, as well as relax any tension that might have built. Maneuvering Cid to stand in front of the kitchen table, he said firmly, “Bend over and place your palms upon the table. Do not speak and do not look around or I shall be forced to punish you.”
Cid complied, swallowing reflexively. Again, he was tempted to push, to see how far Vincent would take punishment…but he wanted to be good, because he wanted to feel good. It made sense to him, so he kept his mouth shut and his eyes to the floor. That didn’t stop him from smelling, though- the heavy aroma calmed some of his worries, but also somehow heightened his arousal. He shuddered, straining his ears for any hint of what was coming next.
“So very good,” Vincent breathed, stroking Cid’s back once, trailing his fingers down Cid’s spine to leave off contact at Cid’s buttocks. He placed the leash upon the table and walked back behind Cid and opened a drawer. Inside he retrieved a plug and some warm lubricating oil. He generously coated the plug and then the fingers of one hand before returning to Cid. He placed his fingers at Cid’s buttocks and pressed, murmuring, “Shhhh,” when the man jumped at first contact. He eased in one finger, then two, thrusting slowly, he grinned at Cid’s shudder. A third joined the first two until he judged Cid ready and then they withdrew and he slowly inserted the plug, allowing Cid’s body to accommodate the awkward size of the toy.
Trying not to complain, Cid settled for silently pouting. He’d hoped, when Vincent had started preparing him, that he would be filled with something distinctly more human and considerably more Vincent. He clenched around the plug once he had gotten used to it, testing its size and placement. Then he got to wondering just what Vincent had in mind. Cid, while imaginative when blessed with random strokes of genius, was not the most outgoing bed partner most of the time, and he’d certainly never dreamed up anything like this. At least, not with himself in the submissive role. Those fantasies tended to die quickly, but maybe Vincent had been keeping track after all?
“Nice,” Vincent sighed, cupping Cid’s buttocks in his hands and squeezing firmly. Cid looked good filled like that. He picked the leash back up and tugged Cid in the direction of the side of the table and instructed firmly. “Get on the table and lie down in the center.” The table, a heavy wooden thing that took four people to move, had been a gift from Reeve when they had first moved in, and Vincent snickered now at the expression on the man’s face should he ever find out what it was being used for at the moment. As it was, the monstrosity was just long enough to accommodate Cid’s height and was more than sturdy enough for what he had planned.
After sneaking a brief, curious look at Vincent, Cid clambered onto the table and knelt in the center of it, biting his lip. Vincent hadn’t said anything except to lie down; was it worse to ask or to carry out the wrong instructions? He compromised and made a questioning sound, wincing because he should have known in the first place what Vincent wanted.
Vincent hesitated, an eyebrow raised. “Did you say something?”
Cid shook his head, swallowed again, and started to stretch out along the table. Slowly, he went from his side to his stomach, hoping he had chosen the correct position.
Vincent’s eyebrow remained raised and he shook his head. “No,” he said, “on your back, with your head at this end.” He tapped the end of the table closest to the wall.
Chagrined, Cid hurried to correct his mistake- and he was glad Vincent had corrected him, because lying on his stomach made the clamps quite painful. Once on his back and facing in the proper direction, he squirmed a bit until he was mostly comfortable. He shivered again in anticipation, wanting to look around even more now but certain that he was still not allowed.
Vincent smiled, taking a moment to lightly brush the tips of his fingers over one of Cid’s swollen and sensitive nipples. He then bent down and retrieved the leather manacles that he had fastened with light chains to an eye ring screwed into the wall just below the window. The chains were just long enough to reach Cid’s wrists when the man’s arms where stretched above his head. It was a snug reach, but not uncomfortable if used in short durations. He buckled Cid’s wrists in securely then moved to the end of the table. He spread Cid’s legs wide apart until the man’s ankles hung off of the table, and he retrieved the manacles that he had attached to the legs there so that Cid was securely immobilized and on full, naked display. He shivered, feeling a surge of lust swell is cock even more as he let his eyes devour his prize.
Despite the fact that he knew he was bound at both ends, Cid had to test the restraints, shifting first his arms and then his legs, whimpering as the jerking movements jostled the plug. Seeking out Vincent’s eyes, he swallowed again as his mind started racing.
Vincent looked at Cid dispassionately. “Be still.” He cautioned before walking over to the counter and retrieving a small wine bucket of ice and a single pillar candle. He returned to Cid and placed the bucket on one side of the pilot and the candle on the other before climbing up onto the table to straddle Cid’s waist, pressing their sexes together enticingly. He then leaned forward onto his elbows on either side of Cid’s head and soundly kissed the blond, probing deeply with his tongue. He slanted his mouth for a deeper kiss, moaning into it as he ground his erection into Cid’s now very prominent one.
Immediately forgetting the order to be still, Cid kissed Vincent back eagerly and shifted his hips against the other man’s. He regretted it soon after; he was only making things worse for himself, since he wouldn’t be able to come like this with the damned ring on. He moaned as his attempt to put his arms around Vincent was stopped dead by the restraints.
Pulling away and grinning, Vincent stilled Cid’s movements by sitting more forcefully on Cid’s hips. He then picked up an ice cube and the pillar candle and his grin widened. There was a small pool of hot wax in the candle, and with scary precision, he dribbled some wax onto Cid’s chest, making a trail up to Cid’s nipple. As soon as the hot wax hit Cid’s nipple, he applied the cold water from the slowly melting ice cube in his fingers. He repeated the motion to Cid’s other tender nipple before setting both down and ferociously kissing pilot again. He sat up once more and without breaking eye contact with Cid, he reached into the ice bucket and retrieved an ice cube. He then looked down, brought the cube to the head of his penis, and slowly dripped the freezing water onto the flushed tip. He gave a massive shudder and moaned loudly at the sharp, nearly painful sensation, his body answering by producing a small dribble of precum. He was so aroused now that he was afraid that he might pass out if he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure soon.
Cid had hissed at the sensation of the wax on his chest, moaned as it reached each of his nipples, and tried in vain to twist away from the ice water, causing it instead to run over more of his chest than what was protected by the cooled wax. He’d been on the verge of complaining when Vincent had leaned in and kissed him again, and now as he watched Vincent playing with the ice cube, his eyes widened. Some of the moisture, warmer now, made its way onto his skin, and he did not want to think of how it would feel for that ice cube to follow. “Fuck, Vincent, don’t do that t’me,” he muttered, not even aware that he was speaking aloud as he tried fruitlessly to twist his hips away from the threat.
At the sound of Cid’s voice, Vincent sat up and looked down at the bound man under him, frowning in severe disapproval. “You do not get a say in what happens to you, pilot. You are to do only what you are told. I have warned you once, and once is all you shall get. Now I shall have to punish you.” He tossed the ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it while he slid off Cid and walked over to a black bag on a chair in the corner. He bent over and rummaged around inside for a moment, not even trying to mask the sound of more light chains sliding together, and found was he was looking for. Grinning evilly, he turned back around and approached Cid’s head. He then revealed what he had in his hand: a ball gag. Almost roughly, he inserted the ball into Cid’s mouth then worked the strap around Cid’s head and buckled it tightly. He then leaned down close to one of Cid’s ears and said roughly, “I have forbidden you to speak, and yet you have spoken, so I shall take that ability away from you. Again, should you fear, knock your head against the table three times in a row and I shall unbind you. Do you understand?” He stood back up and popped another ice cube into his mouth while he idly stroked himself and waited for Cid’s acknowledgement.
Chastised, Cid nodded and shut his eyes. He was far from fearing- in fact, he was quite enjoying himself, in an odd way- but he didn’t want to watch anymore, or think too much about anything. He was sorry for having disappointed Vincent and he didn’t like the gag, but it made perfect sense for it to be there. He shuddered again, still able to hear Vincent even with his eyes closed. If he wasn’t going to like what was coming, he didn’t want to know about it before it happened.
“Good boy,” Vincent crooned, threading his fingers through Cid’s hair. He hated to lose the use of that mouth, as Cid was particularly adept at kissing, but punishment was punishment. With a last couple of tugs on his now nearly painful erection and a raised eyebrow at Cid’s closed eyes, he slowly climbed back on top of Cid and once again straddled Cid’s waist. The way he sat now had the pilot’s firm erection nudging and rubbing the crease of his backside and he moaned softly, fighting the urge to impale himself on Cid’s thick shaft, but he utterly failed to keep from rubbing himself against the man’s belly. Carefully he lowered himself over Cid’s chest and began softly kissing Cid’s neck and running his lips along Cid’s strong jaw. Slowly, he began working his way down Cid’s neck, stopping when he encountered the collar, then moved lower still to the V of Cid’s neck where he nuzzled a moment like he used to do when they would snuggle, nudging the collar up to gain access. With that kind of slow, deliberate progress, Vincent worked his way down Cid’s body, stopping every now and then to pop a new ice cube into his mouth. When his mouth was idle, his nimble fingers picked up with small teasing caresses and strokes to Cid’s sensitized body. He licked and kissed, nipped and nuzzled, and when he arrived at Cid’s navel he held an ice cube in between his lips and teeth and slowly ran the cube around and around the navel before dipping it into the shallow orifice. He sucked the cube into his mouth and while he waited for it to melt, his fingers played with Cid’s penis, his fingertips tracing lightly over the ruddy head, and grinning when he saw the organ twitch and weep. Finally the ice cube melted entirely and his lips were back at Cid’s abdomen, tongue dipping into Cid’s navel before he moved the rest of the way down. Soon he was on his knees in between Cid’s legs with one hand wrapped around Cid’s cock, standing it up. While he played with himself with the other hand, his red eyes watched Cid’s face for reaction.
He always had hated the cold, and he’d never liked seeing Vincent use his mouth on his body, but he did love the way it felt. The heat of his body matched the cold of the ice in intensity, and the result was something between electric and numbing. He sucked in his stomach to get away from the cube when Vincent stopped to play with his navel. Oddly enough, he didn’t hate that, but it wasn’t something he’d be asking for again. When the cold was mostly gone and the feeling was almost all Vincent, Cid relaxed further and gave a muffled, questioning moan around the gag. Part of him wanted to open his eyes and see what the holdup was- Vincent’s lips should have been around him by now, but they weren’t, and his hand was mostly still- but he kept them shut. They were not squeezed tightly, only resting closed, and he found that Vincent’s touch was more arousing when it was a surprise. He moaned another inquiry, bucking his hips up slightly in a plea.
“Be still,” Vincent murmured right before he slowly ran his cold tongue up the underside of Cid’s thick erection to end in a flat lick across the tip. He then dropped his mouth down over Cid’s cock and began bobbing his head, alternating with pumps from his hand. After several bobs, he relaxed his jaw and slowly deep throated Cid, working the back of his throat against the over-sensitive head before resuming his aggressive attention. His free hand was buried between his legs and he whimpered softly in need as his swollen, turgid member sought release, but was denied no matter how hard he jerked. He just needed more! Releasing Cid’s dick with a wet slurp to bounce back down onto the pilot’s stomach, Vincent slid off Cid once more and made his way back over to the black bag in the corner. It was time to move this to the next level. He dug around a bit and found a thick, synthetic cock, not as thick as Cid’s by any stretch of the imagination, but it would serve its purpose. He then retrieved the warm oil he had used for Cid’s plug and walked back to the table where he set the small bottle down on the surface. He took a moment to suck on the toy while he jerked his own cock before picking up the oil and generously lubricating it. Next, he knelt on a nearby chair, hugging the back with one arm and reached back to slowly insert the toy into his ass. Gradually his body began to relax and accept more and more of the toy until it was fully inserted and he began to thrust it as well as he could, clinging to the back of the chair with his cheeks flushed and eyes squeezed shut. His mouth was open in a pant and he moaned, low and guttural at the stretching burn of being utterly filled. For the moment, he was completely oblivious to everything else.
Cid had tried his best to be still while Vincent sucked him -he always did- and had honestly expected Vincent to bring him release for a moment, but then the warmth was gone, from his cock and his legs. He heard Vincent digging through the bag again and groaned, trying to figure out what else he might be dragging out to “play” with. But Vincent didn’t come back, and Cid slumped, disappointed. He thought he heard soft sucking nearby, but there was no reason for that, unless Vincent was sucking his own fingers, or unless someone else was here. In the midst of his wondering, he heard a moan he recognized very well. Vincent had something bigger than fingers inside him, that much was for sure. He had to see. Opening his eyes, Cid groaned at the sight that met him. From this angle, he could see Vincent fucking himself with the toy and clinging desperately to the chair. Cid gave a louder moan, pleading again, and tried to jerk away from the bonds in Vincent’s direction. He wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of Vincent or the toy. All he knew was that he wanted some of that, he wanted it now, and he was willing to take any consequences to get it. Flailing as much as he could manage, Cid was now practically whining constantly, trying to get Vincent’s attention and, with any luck, permission.
Giving a series of soft moans and pants, Vincent’s eyes came open and he saw Cid’s desperate face. He licked his lips and with one last, hard thrust of the toy, which resulted in a hard jab to his prostate, causing him to cry out, he slowly removed the toy and stood shakily. He steadied himself, breathing heavily and staring at Cid’s straining organ fixedly. That was what he wanted. Placing the toy on the chair, he walked haltingly over to the table and climbed up onto it again. He eagerly straddled Cid’s hips, reached behind him to grab Cid’s cock, place it at his relaxed opening and slowly ease himself down onto it, groaning at the familiar fit.
Stilling immediately and letting his head fall back as he groaned, Cid watched Vincent lower himself. Nothing felt this good, not anything. He had the feeling that if he could get his hips to move just so, he could get the plug to at least move, even if it wouldn’t stimulate any spots that were particularly sensitive. When Vincent started to move a bit, Cid’s head shot back up. This, he needed to see. He wanted the gag out so he could babble, wanted his wrists freed so he could touch Vincent, wanted Vincent at the very least to kiss him, but he couldn’t. Frustrated and very eager for release, he stopped being still again and tried thrusting up into Vincent, but he was too tightly bound to accomplish much. He could break them if he wanted, probably, but that thought didn’t so much as cross his mind. Instead, he locked eyes with Vincent and gave a rather pitiful whimper.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Vincent rode Cid hard and rough and without pause. He leaned back on his hands, his long hair brushing Cid’s thighs as he found the angle that brought the most pleasure to himself. His body squeezed and milked Cid’s cock relentlessly; building the man up toward orgasm, and with another massive shudder, he brought one long-fingered hand around to continue playing with himself. But Cid was first; he was always first…
The constant moaning had started again, pitch and volume fluctuating but ultimately rising as Cid edged closer and closer to the brink. Vincent never stopped, never slowed, never let up, and when Cid came, he did so with a ferocity that almost frightened him, entire body going taut and eyes rolling back. He bit down on the gag hard, and he was grateful for it then, because otherwise his teeth would have been grinding together madly. It seemed to go on forever, though it really didn’t last much longer than it normally did. He all but collapsed when it was over, head thunking heavily against the table only for his neck to strain again with the force of the aftershocks. He wanted nothing more than to reach for Vincent to help him find his release, but he could not even summon the strength to look up at him, much less break the restraints. Not that he had needed this to exhaust him; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t already been tired upon arriving home. Now, he hoped Vincent was nearly done with him, because anything further would leave him dead to the world for days on end.
Vincent kept riding Cid until at last the pilot became utterly still. Rising up to let Cid slip from his body, he moved to ease the cock ring off the man’s genitals. Next, he removed the nipple clamps gently and slid off the table for the last time and staggered up to Cid’s head. He desperately wanted to kiss Cid, and punishment be damned, he unbuckled the ball gag and removed it to replace it with his own mouth. He whimpered into Cid’s mouth, nearly blinded by his own need for release. His hands shook badly as he framed Cid’s face, then broke the kiss and leaned up and over to release the snap holding Cid’s manacled hands to the wall. His rigid cock bumped Cid’s stubbled cheek and he nearly sobbed with sexual agony. Next, he moved to Cid’s bound ankles and unbuckled them as well before moving back to the head of the table to pick up the leash and tug at Cid’s neck. “Get up,” he said raggedly. “Off the table and onto your feet.”
Shakily and dizzily, Cid tried to follow Vincent’s directions. After managing to sit up, he had to stop to breathe, but another tug of the leash reminded him that he had something to do. His legs protested the position, but he stood up anyway, looking almost groggily around the room and wondering if they were going somewhere else.
All but dragging Cid to the foot of the table, Vincent positioned the pilot much as he had the first time when he had placed the plug. Only this time Cid was closer to the table so that he could strap the man’s thighs and calves to the table legs in a spread-eagled fashion. Then he gently turned the collar so that the D-ring was facing back toward him and he moved back to the bag to retrieve a short chain with snaps on both ends. He returned to Cid and brought the man’s hands, still in their manacles, behinds his back, attached one snap to both rings on the manacles, binding them together, then ran the other snap up Cid’s back and fastened it to the collar. “Bend over the table,” he instructed, and when Cid did Vincent took a moment to admire the plug and Cid’s stretched body. So perfect, he thought with a delicious shiver, and so ready for me. To give Cid some warning of what was coming next, he grasped the end of the plug and began to slowly twist it, pressing in slightly before pulling back, and repeating the action several times, saying raggedly, “You may speak now.”
“Mmhm,” was all Cid could manage except for a small sound that was something like a sob. In this position, he couldn’t push back against the object inside him, couldn’t lean forward enough to change the angle, couldn’t reach back to urge Vincent on…hell, he couldn’t even turn his head back far enough to watch. “Vincent, please…”
“Yes,” Vincent purred and slowly pulled the plug from Cid’s body only to replace it with his throbbing cock. He moaned as he fully seated himself in Cid’s loosened body. “Squeeze me,” he demanded.
Cid complied, shaking again from the desire to do something other than just accept this. “Fuck me,” he demanded in return, cheeky grin developing on his tired face.
Vincent grinned toothily and did as he was told, thrusting forcefully into Cid’s bound body, but not before he gave Cid’s tight ass a good hard slap, calling up a lovely red mark. “I don’t think you’re in a position to give me orders, pilot, are you?”
Cid grunted, mouth falling open with the idea that Vincent would dare... “Well, I dunno. Seein’ as if I wanted to, I c’d just stop all this right now…I’d say y’d better be good t’me,” he retorted, grin widening.
Vincent continued thrusting, harder, twisting his hips and loving the pressure on his cock. He landed another stinging blow to Cid’s other buttock, creating a matching red mark rather in the shape of a hand. “And how would you ‘stop all this right now’? Do you plan to attempt to break chain, pilot? Or perhaps rip through heavy leather? I would like to see you try.” He slapped Cid’s buttock again before he grabbed a hold of Cid’s hips with both hands hard enough to leave bruises.
He snorted in reply, but its conviction was dubious, as he was also groaning at the feeling of Vincent inside him and all around him. “You know I could,” he said haltingly, head falling forward only to find the collar tugging it back because of its attachment to his wrists. “Pin ya down an’ ride ya like y’rode me, good an’ hard.”
Resituating his grasp from Cid’s hips to sliding an arm around Cid’s waist and pressing the man back into his body after a particularly hard thrust, Vincent fell forward, over Cid onto his hand. His mouth came to rest just behind Cid’s ear and he said, “Could you now?” He began thrusting again, harder this time and he gasped, “But maybe I like you better tied up, restrained, bound and helpless? Maybe that gets me hard. Mmm,” he purred, licking Cid’s shoulder, “I think you like it too.” He was getting closer by the second, feeling his balls squeezing up closer to his body. He began to pant, soft moans interspersed with his breathing, and his thrusts became more savage, more desperate until he thought he might actually hurt Cid. “I’m gonna come,” he grunted, bracing his other hand on the table along with the first until finally, finally he fell over the edge. The thunderstorm that had taken so long to build had broken, sweeping him away with the sudden relief of pent-up pressure. He cried out, biting down on Cid’s shoulder and hanging on, pinning the man, his mate, in place as his body shook as it emptied. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure threatened to take his legs out from under him and he actually slumped forward onto Cid as his vision dimmed quite suddenly. But finally it was over, and he pulled out of Cid and removed the cock ring from his own spent sex. He fished around under his vest and removed the nipple clamps and tossed the lot onto the table in front of Cid. Leaning onto Cid’s back again, he tenderly kissed and licked the obvious bite mark he had left behind. “Beastly contraptions of torture,” he muttered with a grin. He loved them.
Cid chuckled weakly, nudging Vincent with a shoulder. “M’never really helpless, though, not s’long as it’s you in control.” He was silent and content a few moments, letting Vincent pay attention to his shoulder, and then nudged him again. “Speakin’ of, get me outta these, willya? An’ maybe inta bed?”
“Mmm,” Vincent hummed distantly, perfectly content to remain propped where he was, still very much liking the taste of Cid’s skin. He always had. Besides, the man was an incredibly comfortable prop. “I thought you could break them. You said you could, so why don’t you?” He grinned against Cid’s shoulder.
“Cause I don’t wanna break yer new toys. M’sure we’ll hafta use ‘em again sometime. B’sides, I want you t’do it. Havin’ yer hands on me feels better’n cuts an’ scrapes an’ clothburn. Plus I don’t wanna hurt m’neck. I kinda need that,” he finished lamely.
Vincent laughed softly at that. “No, we do not want you to hurt your neck.” He reached up and unsnapped the chain from the collar, then unbuckled the heavy leather and slid it off, tossing it onto the table. Next came the manacles, then the set of straps around Cid’s thighs, then the ones around his calves, all of which joined the pile on the table. When Cid turned around, he wrapped his arms around the pilot’s body, burying his face in Cid’s neck and said feelingly, “Thank you for letting me do that. Thank you for trusting me.”
Cid grinned against Vincent’s ear. “Thank you fer trustin’ me. Hell, an’ fer desiginin’ th’whole goddam thing. We needed that.” Cid’s arms went around Vincent’s waist and squeezed. “Why don’t we get you outta this getup an’ move on t’the only thing better’n good sex? Yer feet hafta be dyin’ by now.”
His grin matched Cid’s as Vincent took an unsteady step back, teetering a little as lethargy hit him. “Oh, I think I stopped feeling my feet a little while ago, Cid.” He turned, and trusting Cid to follow him made his way towards the bedroom and a large bed that sounded really, really good right now.
Cid did indeed follow Vincent to the bedroom, and then immediately pushed him onto the bed, affecting an innocent grin as he crawled onto him, newly energized for the moment. He kissed Vincent deeply while both his hands worked to unlace and unclasp and push away until Vincent was left in nothing but the boots. Rolling off him briefly, Cid pulled Vincent’s legs to bend at the knees so he wouldn’t have to move to remove the boots. When they were gone and deposited on the floor, Cid wriggled up the bed to rest against the pillows and looked expectantly at Vincent.
Vincent watched rather passively throughout the entire ‘unwrapping’ process, but with warm amusement and a raised eyebrow. He always knew Cid had a decent ‘second wind’ to him. He had hummed appreciatively at the kiss and now, as Cid lay watching him from the pillows Vincent cocked his head to look at the pilot and chuckled softly. Finally, he rolled over and curled up against Cid, resting his head on his lover’s chest just below the stubbled chin. He snaked his arm around Cid’s waist and murmured, “I missed you, Chief.”
“Missed you too,” Cid answered, wrapping his arms around Vincent and pulling him closer. “Anybody ever tell you y’re sexier’n sex itself?” he asked, only half-teasing. He had a dull craving for a cigarette, but he ignored it. After all, he had something much better and much more addictive lying beside him.
"Only you, Cid." Vincent laughed, tightening his arm around Cid’s waist. "Only you."