[ He keeps it slow, the kiss- they have all night and are in no rush. Winding Cyril up to the point of begging is it's own joy and he means to indulge in that tonight.
One hand curled in the hair at the nape of Cyril's neck, the other slides in a long pass down the length of his spine, fingertips delving into the cleft of his ass to rub dry and light across his entrance. ]
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One hand curled in the hair at the nape of Cyril's neck, the other slides in a long pass down the length of his spine, fingertips delving into the cleft of his ass to rub dry and light across his entrance. ]