Sam hums thoughtfully at the suggestion, allowing his lips to slide lightly over skin that is offered. "I'm already doing that."
For a bit Sam just busies himself with Cyril's neck. It is nice to hear the noises coming out of the Elf, but nice is only good for so long. "Alright," he breathes the word into Cyril's ear before nipping at it.
"You want me to listen." Sam lets that hang in the air for a moment as his fingers try to find a way into the leathers. He presses his lips back to the Elf's neck so that Cyril can feel the smirk he has. "Tell me... tell me what you imagine me doing. Let me hear you put it to words."
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Date: 2015-10-09 06:00 am (UTC)For a bit Sam just busies himself with Cyril's neck. It is nice to hear the noises coming out of the Elf, but nice is only good for so long. "Alright," he breathes the word into Cyril's ear before nipping at it.
"You want me to listen." Sam lets that hang in the air for a moment as his fingers try to find a way into the leathers. He presses his lips back to the Elf's neck so that Cyril can feel the smirk he has. "Tell me... tell me what you imagine me doing. Let me hear you put it to words."