Cid, about to squirm to get his arms free, instead just rides the repositioning, hands landing on Barnabas' shoulders. His hands travel to his neck, to the stubble and the soft flesh- as if he were a beast bred and born to fight- like a wolf or a couerl. He was though, wasn't he? His voice is somewhere between a moan and a groan as Barnabas moves him.

"Mmngh- prick! Only if you feed it to me," Cid says with tight-jawed ire. Still, he meets Barnabas' gaze, and he sees something there. If only he would stop saying such embarrassing things, even if each bizarre sentiment went right to his groin.

He sits up with Barnabas, sighs, weighs his options, and starts to move his hips in earnest to ride him. He knits his brows together- Barnabas' impressive cock was so deep that he could feel him pressing against something sensitive, and in this position they were fully flush together while seated.

"This is much harder than it looks, you know."