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.]
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. ]
[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.]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
If you both invite me in the future? I may very well.
[ Now and then- it wouldn't hurt, would it? To be an occasional lover. He can do that and be content with it- just as he is content to work a second finger in and curl, twisting to seek out the node of Cyril's prostate. ]
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[ If they truly are content- Perhaps he has been projecting and misreading the situation.
Perhaps he is mistaken. It has happened before. ]
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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.
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NSFW warning (come on it was inevitable)
[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ 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?
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Yes, please.
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[ Oiling up the phallus wouldn't take long. Getting Cyril ready for it? Might take time- but that is what makes it enjoyable. ]
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Beautiful. And so eager for me.
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It's impossible not to be. You're beautiful.
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Well, I do try. [He teases a bit before leaning in to kiss Zevran.]
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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. ]
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How much do you want this, I wonder...
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I need it. Please.
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[ He nips the skin of Cyril's throat, slick fingers working down to drag over the skin he'd teased, slowly working a fingertip inside. ]
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Ah, yes. Thank you.
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[ A slick twist of his wrist and a slow thrust presses his finger in deep, smoothing the way. ]
And an even greater one that Taas could not hear us on the Sending Crystals. I think he would like a show.
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We'll always welcome you to put on a show. [He says 'we' much easier now that he doesn't have the ability to think properly.]
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[ Now and then- it wouldn't hurt, would it? To be an occasional lover. He can do that and be content with it- just as he is content to work a second finger in and curl, twisting to seek out the node of Cyril's prostate. ]
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Yes, right there.
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[ All innocence as he grinds his fingers up against that spot. ]
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