Cyril cries out Sam's name as he orgasms. His hand slowly stills as he pushes through the pleasure. Then he leans heavily against the tree and uses both of his arms to support himself.
He breathes heavily as he comes down and settles happily into the afterglow. He doesn't try to move much more than that.
Sam pants heavily against Cyril's back, moaning every once in a while as his thighs shake and Cyril's muscles flex around him as they come down from their high. He doesn't have the energy to move, and he tries his best not to put any more of his weight against Cyril since he doubts the Elf could hold them both up in his current position.
It takes a few moments for his mind to clear for his to realize he still has a tight grip on Cryil's hips. Slowly he loosens it again though doesn't let go, letting his hands lightly rub apologetically at the possibly bruised skin.
"Mmm," Cyril makes a pleased little noise. "That's going to leave a mark," he says, but he sounds intoxicated by that idea. "I like it when sex leaves a mark. Reminds me it wasn't a dream."
Sam hums back, enjoying the way Cyril's voice sounds at the moment. It's a very pleasant noise to his ears. That and a bit of a confirmation that he had enjoyed the encounter despite Sam's inexperience in all this.
"Well... glad to be of service," his own voice is low and a bit of a drawl.
Cyril chuckles just a bit. "I'd hope so, given how odd it would be to find out now you were only marginally pleased to be of service." Cyril's voice still sounds pretty happy and drunk on pleasure. He's really in no hurry to move or get dressed.
Sam chuckles at that, and something about it just tickles him the right way and soon his body is shaking lightly with the mirth. "That would be terribly awkward if that was true."
Cyril shakes his head before he remembers that Sam can't see him very well. He moves over to the human once he's redressed and takes his hand. Then he leans up and kisses him softly.
Cyril chuckles a bit and keeps a hold of the hand. "Come on you." He's sore so his walking is a little tighter than when they got to their spot in the woods, but he manages. He's used to moving around being used that way.
He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
Sam chuckles and lets himself be led. He's tired and sore, though obviously less so than Cyril judging by the sound of his steps. Sam shakes his head. I should probably help him with that when we get back.
He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
"I have to meet my Clan," Cyril explains. He kisses Sam's cheek gently. "You'll be all right, Sam. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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He breathes heavily as he comes down and settles happily into the afterglow. He doesn't try to move much more than that.
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It takes a few moments for his mind to clear for his to realize he still has a tight grip on Cryil's hips. Slowly he loosens it again though doesn't let go, letting his hands lightly rub apologetically at the possibly bruised skin.
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"Well... glad to be of service," his own voice is low and a bit of a drawl.
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He wasn't really up for moving, but somehow he mustered enough energy to do so, groaning lightly as he pulled back.
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"You're wonderful, Sam," he says.
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"Need help getting back to Redcliffe?"
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He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
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He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
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He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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He really is inexperienced at this.
He doesn't know Dalish either. "Ah... thanks?"
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"You should probably get back too. Good bye, Sam." And with that, he moves to leave.
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He stands there for some time before eventually turning to walk back to the tavern. And back to the seat at the bar.