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[samahl]

[Cyril's eyes narrow a bit.]

I don't know why I said that. Sam is just a friend. We aren't even sleeping together any more.

[ombranera]

I can see the appeal, the broad shoulders, the good chantry boy demeanor, the magic fingers.

[ He crackles a soft laugh, dropping a kiss to Cyril's forehead. ]

Sometimes we say things that are true without our knowing it when we are distressed.

[samahl]

[Cyril hums lightly at the kiss.]

Sam isn't interested in that with someone like me. He needs... something more serious than I can give. And anyway, he's a good friend. I wouldn't want to risk the friendship.

[Then, after a moment.] Besides, I thought you were trying to push me and Taas together.

Why are you even doing that? If it's about me being serious, why not push you and I closer?

[ombranera]

Well, I suppose I am. And I have not been all that subtle about it- I must be losing my touch.

[ He snorts a soft laugh, shifting so they're less sitting across the bedrolls and more lounging. ]

Because you and he are a safer match. A better fit. You both understand enough of how one another lives and feels affection- you both expect little more than what you are comfortable sharing.

[samahl]

And you would expect too much? [Cyril asks this gently]

[ombranera]

I- am not able to offer such seriousness in sentiment easily.

[ Which is better than saying he can't at all. ]

You suit one another quite well.

[samahl]

[Cyril hums a bit in thought.]

We do, because neither of us want to be serious either.

[ombranera]

I will stop poking at this, then.

[ If they truly are content- Perhaps he has been projecting and misreading the situation.

Perhaps he is mistaken. It has happened before. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril smiles a bit and nudges Zevran a bit.]

It does mean something, that you want to, but right now things are okay.

Well, between me and Taas. I'm still pretty mortified over all the rest of it.

[Actually giving his obsession with Merrick words still left him feeling very drained and all twisted up inside.]

I think I might ask you to distract me.

[ombranera]

It is somewhat mortifying. [ He manages a soft laugh. ] Oh? What kind of distraction would you like?

[samahl]

One where I taste you, or feel you inside of me. [Cyril responds pretty easily, smirking just a bit. He needs to do something that distances himself from the turmiol of emotion this conversation made him feel.]

NSFW warning (come on it was inevitable)

[ombranera]

You do enjoy being filled, don't you Tesoro? How about both?

[ Revels in it, at Zevran's best guess. This is something he can accommodate- Something he can offer easily enough. He noses his way to the nape of Cyril's neck and presses a kiss there, giving him a nudge to the pack in the corner. ]

While I didn't plan for this I do have something I think you'd like in the outermost pouch, wrapped in velvet.

[ A sizeable dildo, carved and polished and thick. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril's head tilts to the side to expose more of his neck to Zevran. He chuckles softly]

You didn't plan, but you brought toys....

I brought oils. But I was planning for it. I came here with you and Twisted Fate.

[ombranera]

The nights are on occasion lonely- and since I have taken up with Taas and Bull? The smaller ones don't seem to quite satisfy.

[ His hands slip down to tease the hem of Cy's shirt, nipping a path from pale throat to earlobe. ]

What do you think? Suck me, ride that after I open you slow?

[samahl]

[That makes Cyril groan softly and deep in this throat. It's clear that he really does want to do that but he's also responding to the touch on his ear.]

Yes, please.

[ombranera]

Then strip, Cyril, and let me see you.

[ Oiling up the phallus wouldn't take long. Getting Cyril ready for it? Might take time- but that is what makes it enjoyable. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril pulls back a bit so that he can pull off his clothes. He doesn't draw it out, but he does put on a nice enough show, moving his body in a way to be as pleasurable to watch as possible while he was still rushing through it.]

[ombranera]

[ Zevran keeps himself mostly clothed- his leathers and his shirt keeping him warm and covered as he settles back, one hand unlacing his pack to fetch the dildo, the other sliding possessive and adoring up the fair line of Cyril's thigh. ]

Beautiful. And so eager for me.

[samahl]

[Cyril smiles at him and then bends a bit to get his own bag so he can fetch his oils.]

It's impossible not to be. You're beautiful.

[ombranera]

I am, aren't I? [ Finally comfortable in his own skin again- he can say that. Draw Cyril to his chest with an arm about his waist, parting his thighs to prompt him into a proper straddle. ] But you, Tesoro- you are something else entirely.

[samahl]

[Cyril easily straddles him and puts a hand on his shoulder.]

Well, I do try. [He teases a bit before leaning in to kiss Zevran.]

[ombranera]

[ He keeps it slow, the kiss- they have all night and are in no rush. Winding Cyril up to the point of begging is it's own joy and he means to indulge in that tonight.

One hand curled in the hair at the nape of Cyril's neck, the other slides in a long pass down the length of his spine, fingertips delving into the cleft of his ass to rub dry and light across his entrance. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril shifts up to give Zevran an easier reach to his body. He leans forward a bit and moves the kiss from Zevran's cheek and jawlne.]

[ombranera]

[ He slips into Antivan easily, murmuring soft praise into Cyril's skin. It's just the dry tease for now until he finds the oil, until he uncorks it and slicks his fingers. ]

How much do you want this, I wonder...

[samahl]

[Cyril's hips move a bit to encourage the touch.]

I need it. Please.