Cyril groans, and yes, that's a good noise, isn't it--
"Talk to me, salroka," he says a little breathily, after a moment, and draws back enough to prop himself up on his elbows above Cyril. One hand slips into his soft-looking hair, stroking it back from his eyebrows and darkly lined eyes. His hips shift again, subtly, teasingly, and match a sly little smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Tell me what I can do for you."
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Date: 2017-11-21 11:51 am (UTC)"Talk to me, salroka," he says a little breathily, after a moment, and draws back enough to prop himself up on his elbows above Cyril. One hand slips into his soft-looking hair, stroking it back from his eyebrows and darkly lined eyes. His hips shift again, subtly, teasingly, and match a sly little smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Tell me what I can do for you."