Up on his knees so that he can look down at Cyril's body laid out before him, Kit offers him a crooked smile. "Sounds like you really want it," he says in a low voice. One hand takes hold of Cyril's thigh to gently hold it aside, and the other obliges his lover's request; gently, he massages the oil against the entrance to his body, stifling a noise of desire low in the back of his throat.
"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."
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Date: 2017-12-06 08:17 pm (UTC)"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."