Cyril isn't just eager. He knows what he's doing, which is completely different from what Sam had experienced in the past. He groans, low and long at a particular suck, feeling his toes curl in his boots.
"Cyril..." he's panting, and his body is growing overly warm even with the night air. Sam is even surprised he can even think, but remembers Cyril mentioning what he wanted while he did this. Eager to please the Elf as much as he pleasing him, Sam tangles his fingers in his hair, letting them lightly trace along the edges of Cyril's as he does so.
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Date: 2015-10-14 03:57 am (UTC)"Cyril..." he's panting, and his body is growing overly warm even with the night air. Sam is even surprised he can even think, but remembers Cyril mentioning what he wanted while he did this. Eager to please the Elf as much as he pleasing him, Sam tangles his fingers in his hair, letting them lightly trace along the edges of Cyril's as he does so.