Cyril groans and tilts his head to give Kit all of the access he needs to his neck. His own body is easily coaxed to fullness. He's already hot from feeling Kit's body up against him.
"I just..." he starts, voice breathy. "Know what I want. I want you."
It's good, Kit decides, to be wanted. Especially so close on the heels of being rejected--but no. He won't think of that, not now, not with another man so warm and willing and achingly hard under his hands.
At last, he murmurs, "You got any oil or..?" and lets his hand slide off of Cyril's length to stroke along the curve of his ass.
Cyril chuckles, though the sound of it is still breathy. "I have several different kinds... But my favorite is there." He points to a cupboard by his bedside that has the oil behind a door. When Kit opens it, he also finds some rope and couple different boxes, but Cyril isn't about to get into what's in those just yet.
He doesn't know how comfortable Kit is with anything other than sex, and he doesn't want to scare him off when it might be a one time thing.
"Let's take a look," Kit says and pushes himself up enough to reach over and tug the cupboard doors open. He finds the oil easily enough, and though his eyes linger with some curiosity on the rope and the other boxes, he doesn't go nosing around through Cyril's belongings.
On another night, he might be more adventurous, more open to new experiences. Tonight he just wants the familiar comfort of another man's body warm beneath him, and around him.
"This the one?" he asks as he comes back to Cyril's side on the bed. He sits back on his knees to uncork it and work a little bit of it onto his hand and fingers; the slick of it gives his dark skin a cool, liquid warmth. Kit lifts his dark eyes to watch Cyril's, wets his lips, and drops his fingers to rest against his lover's thigh. "You ready?"
"Yes," he replies, almost desperate in his tone. He reaches out and touches Kit's arm, trailing his fingers up in an effort to encourage him. "I've already told you that I want you feel you inside of me. Fingers will do for now." He shifts his legs and hips to make sure that Kit is about to reach more easily.
Up on his knees so that he can look down at Cyril's body laid out before him, Kit offers him a crooked smile. "Sounds like you really want it," he says in a low voice. One hand takes hold of Cyril's thigh to gently hold it aside, and the other obliges his lover's request; gently, he massages the oil against the entrance to his body, stifling a noise of desire low in the back of his throat.
"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."
Cyril moans in agreement at the observation that he 'really wants it.' The finger against him and then inside of him also coaxes more little noises of pleasure from him.
"Your finger feels so good," he mutters, talking. "I can't wait until its something bigger. I need to be ready for your cock soon."
Cyril's hunger for it makes Kit ache, and he muffles another low noise of appreciation as he watches his lover shift and arch in pleasure. He places his other hand on Cyril's hip to still and steady him, eyes on his face to watch for any sign of discomfort, and eases an additional finger into him.
"Soon," he promises quietly, working two fingers into him enough to loosen him, to stretch the muscles that clench tight around him.
Cyril hums lightly in response, but the promise and the pressure of two fingers is only enough to sate him for a short moment. He takes a breath to help his body relax.
"You say that as if waiting is the easiest thing in the world," he mutters gently, his voice strained a bit but without sign of real pain. He mostly just seems needy and hot.
"As if you aren't so desirable I could almost skip this whole part." He wouldn't actually, not when Kit might worry so much about hurting him, but the hint of impatience is still there.
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"I just..." he starts, voice breathy. "Know what I want. I want you."
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At last, he murmurs, "You got any oil or..?" and lets his hand slide off of Cyril's length to stroke along the curve of his ass.
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He doesn't know how comfortable Kit is with anything other than sex, and he doesn't want to scare him off when it might be a one time thing.
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On another night, he might be more adventurous, more open to new experiences. Tonight he just wants the familiar comfort of another man's body warm beneath him, and around him.
"This the one?" he asks as he comes back to Cyril's side on the bed. He sits back on his knees to uncork it and work a little bit of it onto his hand and fingers; the slick of it gives his dark skin a cool, liquid warmth. Kit lifts his dark eyes to watch Cyril's, wets his lips, and drops his fingers to rest against his lover's thigh. "You ready?"
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"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."
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"Your finger feels so good," he mutters, talking. "I can't wait until its something bigger. I need to be ready for your cock soon."
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"Soon," he promises quietly, working two fingers into him enough to loosen him, to stretch the muscles that clench tight around him.
i'm sorry this is so late o.o
"You say that as if waiting is the easiest thing in the world," he mutters gently, his voice strained a bit but without sign of real pain. He mostly just seems needy and hot.
"As if you aren't so desirable I could almost skip this whole part." He wouldn't actually, not when Kit might worry so much about hurting him, but the hint of impatience is still there.