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Both of them dripped with sweat. Their shirts, long since soaked through, had been tossed aside. The practice blades in their hands looked worse for wear but they were still held in steady grips.
Clive attacked. Overhead, slash across, aim for the side, slash again. Each blow was met easily, wood-on-wood ringing through the air.
Finally, Cid had had enough and just went for the finisher. Ducking and with a sweep of his foot, he managed to put Clive on his back.
A soft groan sounded from the ground and Cid chuckled tiredly. At least until his feet were taken out from under him, in return. He yelped, then grunted as the air was knocked out of him. From beside him, sweaty and dirty, Clive dragged himself over and flopped over onto Cid, earning a laughed groan.
“I was hoping we’d have sex afterwards, but I don’t think I can move,” Clive groaned, the words muffled.
Well, that was forward. And a welcome surprise.
Cid sighed, smiled fondly, and gently pushed his fingers through sweat-damp hair. “I hope a warm bath and a nice cuddle will suffice in its place?”
The other man smiled shyly and nodded. “I’d like that.”