Sam listens intently at Cyril's words, letting his fingers continue to press and circle the tight ring of muscle. Even though he says it is okay, it still doesn't comfort him all that much. But stopping isn't much of a choice right now. Not that he wants to, and Sam has a feeling that if he did try, Cyril might jump him to get what he wants. He smiles with some amusement at that image.
At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.
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Date: 2015-10-15 06:18 am (UTC)At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.