[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. ]
[ He drags his lips across Cyril's, biting at his bottom lip as he works a third finger in, twisting them in and out of Cyril's pliant body slick and slow. ]
[Cyril groans against the kiss. The bite and the fingers inside of him do so much to drive him crazy. He enjoys that they're taking their time and he can just let himself feel those fingers moving inside of him.]
[ He has to withdraw his hand entirely to apply more oil, but sinks his hand deep to grind up hard against that node, tip of his pinky just teasing the rim. ]
So good for me, Bello. [ It's not even part of the game- but praising Cyril comes naturally. Easily as he tucks his pinky in and lets his hand twist to slide deep, working him open gently. ] You are a marvel.
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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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[Cyril turns his head to kiss Zevran's face again.] Yes. [He says between kisses] There.
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[ He drags his lips across Cyril's, biting at his bottom lip as he works a third finger in, twisting them in and out of Cyril's pliant body slick and slow. ]
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Could you take another, Tesoro?
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As are you.
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