Things very rarely went as anyone planned for Cid and Vincent, and this was no exception. No one seemed to have noticed, let alone complained about it.
First it started with Vincent looking for a shirt and complaining he had his last pair of pants on. Then he and Cid wound up talking about the car Vincent kept staring at when he read his comics. The conversation was never finished. Somewhere along the line, Cid’s shirt came off and soon their mouths were too busy for them to keep talking.
At present, Vincent was lying on top of Cid, stomach to stomach, both lacking clothes save for Cid’s goggles. Vincent moaned contentedly as Cid rubbed his back, his half-lidded eyes staring into Cid’s. Cid was amazed and delighted Vincent no longer minded being touched over the brace.
"Feeling better?" Cid asked softly.
Vincent nodded, moaning happily and smiling.
"If you were tense, you should’ve just fucking told me."
"Thank you," Vincent whispered.
"Ah, screw that. I like making you happy."
"Oh, really?" Vincent whispered, placing his mechanical hand on Cid’s cheek. He leaned down and kissed Cid. His lips moved with Cid’s as his tongue brushed Cid’s lower lip.
Cid opened his mouth slightly, inviting Vincent’s tongue in, as he put his hands gently on Vincent temples and rubbed gently. The tips of his fingers swirled lightly over Vincent’s scalp, twining in his hair and spreading out to cover as much area as he could.
Vincent pressed closer with his kiss, dipping his tongue in farther and gently sucking on Cid’s, too embarrassed about his hospital stay to try nibbling on it or his lips.
Cid pressed closer with his hips; poking Vincent with his erection and being poked back, both moaning deep in their throats as they pressed against each other.
Half way through a long, happy moan, Vincent suddenly tore away, putting a hand to his forehead.
"What? What the fuck happened?" Cid asked, suddenly worried. He sat up and put his hand on Vincent’ head again but didn’t try anything.
"I have no idea," Vincent said, blinking rapidly.
"You okay? We can stop if—"
"No," Vincent whispered, leaning close. "No, I don’t want to stop." He pushed closer, and his hot breath brushed Cid’s earlobe twice before touching it with his tongue.
Cid shivered, despite how hot he felt. His hands slid down Vincent’s back, one slid back up while the other slid over Vincent’s rear, giving a lingering caress before entering him from behind.
Vincent sniffed curiously and then chuckled. "Lavender?"
"I borrowed it from Shera," Cid said, smiling. He slipped another finger in and kissed Vincent before continuing. "Don’t tell her I borrowed her lotion."
Cid’s free hand crept its way off Vincent’s back and under him, hoisting him a few inches off Cid’s lap. He slid another finger in with the other.
Vincent, sweating and gasping, clung to Cid with one hand; the other slid up and down Cid’s chest.
Cid slid his fingers out, causing Vincent to gasp. Cid waited a minute as Vincent recovered his breath before lowering him down onto his erection.
Vincent’s happy moaning changed to near-screams of delight as Cid slid up and down, in and out, keeping a pace of long, deep strokes until Vincent couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped, as deep as he was going to get, panting from the sensation.
Vincent slid a sweaty leg around Cid’s back and gripped his shoulders, moaning delightedly. They both just stared silently at each other’s each, panting and gasping, before closing them and pressing closer, lips to lips.
Something flickered for Vincent, but with his eyes closed he ignored it. Any notion of it was drowned out by his heart beating furiously, his tongue licking down Cid’s unshaven jaw, the feel of Cid’s sweat covered and enticingly warm shoulders as the muscles flexing, the feel of the small of Cid’s back under his heel, and especially the wave of warmth and pleasure as Cid started to spasm and came.
Vincent grabbed hold of Cid around the neck as he felt himself lowered onto bed sheets and Cid pulled out.
He opened his eyes as Cid’s lips pressed against his neck. He ran his fingers, metal and flesh, through the short blonde hair as Cid’s hot tongue swirled its way down past his stomach and over a strap of the brace, making a detour to just under his ear first.
Cid’s warm hands spread Vincent’s thighs slightly, the pads of his fingers exploring slowly upwards, creeping over skin Vincent never knew was that sensitive, occasionally playing with his hair.
A tongue curled over Vincent’s own erection, followed by lips over teeth, making him clutch the bedsheets and cry out softly.
One hand curled and joined the hot, wet mouth, moving in sync. The warmth and wetness pulled at him, while a hand held him down, the finger tips gently circling over his chest, cold and alone and needy.
Vincent repositioned his hands, one on the back of his hair, the other holding as much of his face as he could reach.
He couldn’t help bucking slightly at Cid, who seemed to enjoy it.
His hand left Cid’s face and joined the one on his chest, urging it to move, to touch him everywhere.
Even with Cid’s hand roaming over his chest, pausing to tease his nipples on occasion, playing over his shoulders, massaging everywhere, Vincent still couldn’t hold back his squirming.
He put a knee over Cid’s shoulder, kicked violently with the other. His human hand grabbed the bedsheet and balled as tightly as he could get it. His metal hand was held away by Cid, torturing him with the lack of touch and the urge to come in Cid’s mouth.
Vincent gave up moaning and started panting as everything, all the sensations he felt between his legs, grew more intense; the heat, the wetness, the texture and movement of Cid’s tongue, his lips moving up and down, his hand keeping rhythm with them, the hot breath on his hair and skin.
He was going to scream. He had to scream. It was all too much. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath as he felt he couldn’t take it any longer.
He felt nothing.
He saw nothing.
Nothing but blackness.
Then he woke up.
Cid was shaking him gently and said his name. He smiled as Vincent’s read eyes fluttered open and looked around happily, though also in confusion.
Vincent leaned forward and licked a spot of white off Cid’s face. "What happened?"
"I kinda thought you’d tell me," Cid said, lightly lying on top of Vincent. "You okay?"
"I’m fine."
"You were out for two minutes there," Cid said, the back of his fingers brushing the inside of Vincent’s arms, just above where flesh met metal.
"Cid, that tickles."
"Of course it does."