Sam chuckles again at how Cyril leans into him. This is what he is good with, using his mouth and his hands. He's always been good with his hands, and by the sounds of it Cyril agrees.

And then Cyril groans, and Sam blinks at the sudden - could he even say desperate? - request. This is the part he's not so familiar with, but there is no way Sam can possibly talk the Elf into waiting a bit more.

Sighing, Sam gives Cyril's cock one last stroke before fully pulling away and standing up straight. Pulling his fingers out slowly, Sam then places them against the Elf's side, and uses his other hand to help himself line up.