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Cloud's panting up at him, somewhere between having the time of his life and fucking terrified as Cid rolls the green marble across his chest. Cid doesn't know how they got here; a jest, a joking suggestion turned half-there challenge turned holy-shit-are-you-serious? turned Cloud clutching the sheets beneath his back, wild-eyed and probably about to bite through his own lip.
Cid can feel the materia reacting to the adrenaline in his blood - little staticky bolts dancing between his fingers. It's not the strongest Lightning materia in his bag (he didn't want to kill the kid, after all) but it's a strong one, eager to react. Cloud feels it, too; Cid can see the muscles twitching as the materia passes over the dips and valleys of Cloud's abdomen. Cid rolls it right up to the hollow of Cloud's throat, nestles it in the dip and looks Cloud dead in the eyes. "Ready?" he asks.
Cloud nods, half-hard already just from the idea of what they were doing. Cid doesn't hesitate in reaching deep down inside, calling out to the materia, and it answers readily and Cloud jack-knifes, his head and feet the only parts of him touching the bed and his mouth opens wide in a soundless scream. Cid drops the spell and Cloud drops to the sheets, jerking erratically. "Strife," Cid snaps, dropping the materia in favor of grabbing the younger man's shoulders. "Fuck, are you all r-"
Cloud reaches up and grabs Cid's chin and kisses him soundly. "Keep doing that," he rasps between their mouths. "And you could probably fuck me for six hours straight and I wouldn't even care."
Huh.
Cid shoves him back down and retrieves the materia from under the pillow. "You better fucking tell me if it gets to be too much," he growls, nudging the marble up under Cloud's right nipple. Cloud nods frantically and when Cid calls up the spell again, Cloud's able to make noise this time. It's mostly incoherent babbling, but Cid catches a few praises and he grins, not giving Cloud time to catch his breath before switching sides.
Cloud wails, and Cid feels a little bit of smug pride at making the oh-so-stoic leader make that kind of noise. The next location is Cloud's belly button, and he curls right up around Cid's hand, clutching the pilot's shoulders for dear life. Cid kisses him hard half way through the spell, receiving a burst of static across his lips.
Cloud falls back again, nearly liquid against the sheets, aside from his jutting cock. Cid nudges Cloud's legs apart and cups his balls with the materia in hand, snugging it right up against the skin. And for the first time, Cloud shakes his head. Cid pauses and Cloud tries to speak once, twice, swallowing hard to clear his throat. "Lower," he croaks, half-grinning.