Sam smiles at the compliment and how Cyril's lips move against his as he talks. At feeling fingers tugging at his clothes he chuckles.
"You don't have to." He means it. Even if Cyril had said it, he still doesn't want the Elf to do anything he doesn't want to. "We don't have to- Tch!" Sam jumps lightly, his body instinctively pressing back more into the wood as he tries to get away from chilly fingers pressing past his waist band.
Sam starts to laugh, which seems to chase away the rest of his nerves, before moving his hands to grab Cyril's and move them away from his skin. "Someone's going a bit fast." He grins and brings Cyril's hands to his mouth. He lightly blows against the fingers, warming them from the chill, allowing his lips to scrape against the pads every so often.
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Date: 2015-10-06 05:00 am (UTC)"You don't have to." He means it. Even if Cyril had said it, he still doesn't want the Elf to do anything he doesn't want to. "We don't have to- Tch!" Sam jumps lightly, his body instinctively pressing back more into the wood as he tries to get away from chilly fingers pressing past his waist band.
Sam starts to laugh, which seems to chase away the rest of his nerves, before moving his hands to grab Cyril's and move them away from his skin. "Someone's going a bit fast." He grins and brings Cyril's hands to his mouth. He lightly blows against the fingers, warming them from the chill, allowing his lips to scrape against the pads every so often.