Cyril's brow rose a bit but he didn't tease or make fun of Sam for inexperience. If anything, he was pleased to help Sam figure these things out.
"Then you'll be the one pinning me," he replied easily. Then he shifted their bodies so that he could kiss Sam again. This time the kiss was a little more gentle. He still wanted Sam, but now that he knew Sam had limited experience he wasn't trying to push him faster than he liked.
"Ah, good to kno- mmph." Kissing. Kissing is good. The familiarity helps settle Sam down again. It also helps that Cyril is a good kisser.
Sam isn't so easily distracted though, his mind going over the words Cyril said. Feeling inspired Sam brings his hands up to card his fingers through the Elf's hair, allowing his nails to lightly scratch at his scalp. It had felt good on him, and Cyril had mentioned something about hair gripping.
Cyril groaned into the kiss when Sam ran his hands through his hair and let himself scratch just a bit. After a moment of just enjoying that, he pulled back and grinned at Sam. The human might not be able to see that grin as well, but the tone of his voice showed it well.
Sam chuckles breathlessly as Cyril brings up getting on his knees again. It's rather attractive at how eager he is for it, and honestly a bit of relief does sound good. The only thing Sam regrets is not being able to see much.
Cy kisses him once more, just a soft, quick show of affection. Then he's moving down Sam's body. His hands trail over the mage's form as he goes until he's settled with his knees on the grass.
His attention gets taken up by fulling exposing Sam. At first he just uses his hand, stroking and feeling the size of him. It's not long though before he leans forward and licks lightly along the length before taking Sam into his mouth.
His breath catches as he feels Cyril's fingers work their way into his clothes, his skin hyper aware since he currently cannot see very much. His hips jerk and there's a soft curse on his lips when the Elf starts stroking him. It's maddening.
Cyril wasn't kidding about rushing, working quickly to start using his mouth. "S-shit. You weren't kidding about being eager..." Sam shakily chuckles, one hand gripping the tree behind him and the other resting on Cyril's shoulder.
Cyril hums appreciatively around the flesh in his mouth. He moves slowly, at first, just getting used to the shape of Sam and making sure his mouth is positioned in just the right way.
Then he's moving and sucking. His hand reaches up to tease and stroke Sam's balls as his head takes in the length of Sam's cock. He doesn't just push right there though. He enjoys every moment of this, savoring everything about the taste and texture of Sam's body. His tongue moves to pleasure him and his cheeks suck in as he applies just the right amount of pressure.
Cyril isn't just eager. He knows what he's doing, which is completely different from what Sam had experienced in the past. He groans, low and long at a particular suck, feeling his toes curl in his boots.
"Cyril..." he's panting, and his body is growing overly warm even with the night air. Sam is even surprised he can even think, but remembers Cyril mentioning what he wanted while he did this. Eager to please the Elf as much as he pleasing him, Sam tangles his fingers in his hair, letting them lightly trace along the edges of Cyril's as he does so.
Cyril moans again and lets the vibrations massage along Sam's skin. This time it's a grateful little sound for having his hair handled that way. It encourages him to speed up a bit. He's able to by adjusting his throat and taking Sam a bit deeper.
He doesn't go so far as to make Sam climax, though a part of him really does want to taste Sam that way. He still wants Sam inside of him more and they have some preparation to get to that.
Sam exhales rather sharply at not only hearing but feeling Cyril moan. At this point he's finding it harder and harder to keep his hips from right out thrusting forward. Which Cyril helping with much with how he keeps taking him down his throat.
Sam eventually grips Cyril's hair a bit tighter and tries to get his attention. "Slow down a bit..."
Cyril looks up at Sam and does slow down. Eventually, he pulls back completely, letting Sam's erection slide back out from his lips. He shifts his hand to stroke him almost lazily, not wanting to force Sam to lose all of his attention.
"Too close?" he asks after a moment. "We could start getting ready for a bit more."
Sam lets out a shaky breath as Cyril complies to his words, both relieved and frustrated that he does so. His body desperately wants to reach the end, but he doesn't know his limits in this field. And he so wants to do the rest of the things Cyril spoke about.
His body shudders when Cyril finally pulls back, and a groan leaves his lips, already missing the wet heat around his erection. "Maker preserve me..." he gasps as he lets go of Cyril's hair to lean back against the tree.
At the question, Sam nods dumbly. It takes him a moment through the continued stroking to realize that even with his better eyesight, Cyril might not have seen his response. "Y-yeah. You've a truly talented tongue." He chuckles at that, only to moan a moment later at a particular long stroke.
"If you keep stroking me like that I might not be ready for more." Reaching down Sam lightly grips Cyril's wrist and forces him to stop. "Now what?"
Cyril chuckles a bit, though it sounds very good natured. He stands slowly and then shifts Sam to the side so that he can be the one against the tree. He's careful to make sure Sam doesn't trip over himself.
He hurried to pull down everything he was wearing below the waist and then reaches for Sam's hand. "I'm going to put your fingers in my mouth and get them pretty coated. I want you to use it to put those fingers inside me. You'll feel me start to open up and I'll let you know when I'm ready."
He didn't really give Sam a lot of time to respond before he took Sam's hand and started to do just what he had said. He rushed only in the sense that he didn't want the dampness to dry up, but he was also very liberal while he coated Sam's fingers with his spit. He only pulled back when he thought it was enough and then shifted his body so that his his were pushed up and legs spread.
"Let me know if you need more direction," he said, and despite how casual he had been, he wasn't teasing now. He understood that Sam wasn't very experienced and wanted to do his part to make this easier for them both.
Sam huffs in amusement as Cyril directs him so that they switch spots. He doesn't feel particularly... sexy? what with his pants down around his knees and having to waddle. If it weren't for trying to concentrate on what Cyril was doing and his erection, he might have burst out laughing.
Everything seems to go quickly from that point, from Cyril tossing out instructions, to sucking his fingers, then positioning himself to be prepared. The entire exchange has allowed him to calm down a bit, but at the same time Sam feels like he's just walked through a twister.
"You're lucky I'm a good listener and a fast learner." Technically he knows what he has to do from what others in the Circle have told him, he's just never done it, and theory is always different than practice.
Hesitantly Sam brings his hands up to feel out Cyril's ass, being mindful not to wipe off the spit that Cyril has supplied, and then pressing his fingers lightly at his hole. Sam stills at that moment. "Shouldn't we have... some oil or something for this?"
Cyril groaned very softly and gripped a bit at the tree. "It would be better with it, yeah," he responded honestly. "But this isn't the first time I've done this without. Your spit will work too. Just... keep adding more if you think it feels too dry."
He really knew that wasn't too alluring a way to say that, but it seemed better than being too blunt. He reached behind himself and put a hand on Sam's body to comfort him and let him know that this was okay.
"Don't overthink it too much. I know what to expect. If I think you're going to hurt me, I'll let you know." After only a small pause he added, "Though I'm not one to shy away from a little bit of pain."
Sam listens intently at Cyril's words, letting his fingers continue to press and circle the tight ring of muscle. Even though he says it is okay, it still doesn't comfort him all that much. But stopping isn't much of a choice right now. Not that he wants to, and Sam has a feeling that if he did try, Cyril might jump him to get what he wants. He smiles with some amusement at that image.
At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.
Cyril's hips push up a bit to make it easier for Sam to push in a bit deeper. He groans deep in his throat. There is some burn, but not enough to stop him from groaning a bit in pleasure.
He bites his lower lip and leans a bit against the tree. He's practiced enough that he can relax to make this process a little faster, but he still doesn't want to rush too much. He desperately doesn't want Sam's first experience to be a poor one.
Sam honestly wishes he could see about now. He's well and good at feeling things out, but visual ques would certainly help in this.
He works slow, stopping from time to time when he feels Cyril tense up at certain points, then continuing when the Elf groans and insistently pushes his hips back. Having to concentrate on this has calmed him down a lot. Enough so that he can think and isn't desperate to reach the end.
Leaning forward, Sam presses his nose to Cyril's shoulder and kisses it lightly. "Doing alright?"
Cyril hums happily as he is nuzzled. "Yes," he mutters softly. His voice sounds just a little strained. He loves that affection against his ear though. It sends pleasure throughout his body. "Yes. You can... you can do a little more. We'll get to the main event soon."
Sam hums back, thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound very convincing you know." Regardless, he does what Cyril wishes and adds another finger. He is getting used to the motion, but the sensations are still rather strange to him.
"Is there a reason you feel the need to rush?" Sam is genuinely curious. He is too familiar with having things done fast, but that was always hands and mouths, working quickly before getting caught. Not that he wants this to go on all night, but the idea that there is a time limit worries him.
Cyril groans a bit more and grips the trunk hard. "Maybe I... Maybe I just want your beautiful cock inside of me," he replied, turning it around from being concerned for his well being to talking bluntly and dirty. It was a little much but he could handle it. He'd done things harder and faster before.
Sam raises a brow at the mention of his cock and beautiful being in the same sentence. That was a first. He does find himself blushing at it, but the words still don't convince him. Cyril might be good at this, but Sam's good at listening to others, not just with what they say.
Sam hums again in understanding though and continues, still using the signs Cyril's body is giving to figure out when to slow down and when to press. Feeling a bit more comfortable with everything he moves forward to nip at Cyril's ear, remembering it getting a pretty good reaction before.
That mouth on his ear makes him arch his back and groan a bit. "Seems... that you've discovered a weakness of mine," he teases a bit. His voice is low and breathy. He sounds like all he wants to do is melt into the feeling of what Sam is doing to him. Having something in him while Sam teases his ear actually serves to drive him a little crazy and makes the process of getting him ready much easier.
"I'll have to trust you to keep it to yourself..."
Sam smirks at feeling the way Cyril's body reacts and the noise he makes. That worked out better than he thought. Maybe a bit too well. The sounds that are coming from Cyril are going straight to his groin. Groaning, Sam gives his ear another nip.
The fact that Cyril's ears are sensitive isn't all that surprising. There were a lot of Elves in the Circle, even if they weren't Dalish.
"Hmmm. I'm good at keeping my mouth shut..." he lets it drop there though. Obviously he'll keep it to himself. It's not like they'll necessarily see each other after tonight anyways. Sam huffs, trying to get the thought out of his head, and instead focuses on pulling more noises out of Cyril. Another well placed nip, a slide of his free hand across smooth skin to Cyril's own erection.
Cyril's eyes roll just a bit. He hadn't expected Sam to touch him like that and he shifts his hips a bit to angle the touch just right. It's really difficult to care about being ready now.
"Mm," he groans softy. "I can't... Just take me. Please."
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"Then you'll be the one pinning me," he replied easily. Then he shifted their bodies so that he could kiss Sam again. This time the kiss was a little more gentle. He still wanted Sam, but now that he knew Sam had limited experience he wasn't trying to push him faster than he liked.
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Sam isn't so easily distracted though, his mind going over the words Cyril said. Feeling inspired Sam brings his hands up to card his fingers through the Elf's hair, allowing his nails to lightly scratch at his scalp. It had felt good on him, and Cyril had mentioned something about hair gripping.
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"Is it rushing if I get on my knees now?"
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"I'm not stopping you if that's what you want."
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His attention gets taken up by fulling exposing Sam. At first he just uses his hand, stroking and feeling the size of him. It's not long though before he leans forward and licks lightly along the length before taking Sam into his mouth.
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Cyril wasn't kidding about rushing, working quickly to start using his mouth. "S-shit. You weren't kidding about being eager..." Sam shakily chuckles, one hand gripping the tree behind him and the other resting on Cyril's shoulder.
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Then he's moving and sucking. His hand reaches up to tease and stroke Sam's balls as his head takes in the length of Sam's cock. He doesn't just push right there though. He enjoys every moment of this, savoring everything about the taste and texture of Sam's body. His tongue moves to pleasure him and his cheeks suck in as he applies just the right amount of pressure.
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"Cyril..." he's panting, and his body is growing overly warm even with the night air. Sam is even surprised he can even think, but remembers Cyril mentioning what he wanted while he did this. Eager to please the Elf as much as he pleasing him, Sam tangles his fingers in his hair, letting them lightly trace along the edges of Cyril's as he does so.
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He doesn't go so far as to make Sam climax, though a part of him really does want to taste Sam that way. He still wants Sam inside of him more and they have some preparation to get to that.
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Sam eventually grips Cyril's hair a bit tighter and tries to get his attention. "Slow down a bit..."
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"Too close?" he asks after a moment. "We could start getting ready for a bit more."
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His body shudders when Cyril finally pulls back, and a groan leaves his lips, already missing the wet heat around his erection. "Maker preserve me..." he gasps as he lets go of Cyril's hair to lean back against the tree.
At the question, Sam nods dumbly. It takes him a moment through the continued stroking to realize that even with his better eyesight, Cyril might not have seen his response. "Y-yeah. You've a truly talented tongue." He chuckles at that, only to moan a moment later at a particular long stroke.
"If you keep stroking me like that I might not be ready for more." Reaching down Sam lightly grips Cyril's wrist and forces him to stop. "Now what?"
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He hurried to pull down everything he was wearing below the waist and then reaches for Sam's hand. "I'm going to put your fingers in my mouth and get them pretty coated. I want you to use it to put those fingers inside me. You'll feel me start to open up and I'll let you know when I'm ready."
He didn't really give Sam a lot of time to respond before he took Sam's hand and started to do just what he had said. He rushed only in the sense that he didn't want the dampness to dry up, but he was also very liberal while he coated Sam's fingers with his spit. He only pulled back when he thought it was enough and then shifted his body so that his his were pushed up and legs spread.
"Let me know if you need more direction," he said, and despite how casual he had been, he wasn't teasing now. He understood that Sam wasn't very experienced and wanted to do his part to make this easier for them both.
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Everything seems to go quickly from that point, from Cyril tossing out instructions, to sucking his fingers, then positioning himself to be prepared. The entire exchange has allowed him to calm down a bit, but at the same time Sam feels like he's just walked through a twister.
"You're lucky I'm a good listener and a fast learner." Technically he knows what he has to do from what others in the Circle have told him, he's just never done it, and theory is always different than practice.
Hesitantly Sam brings his hands up to feel out Cyril's ass, being mindful not to wipe off the spit that Cyril has supplied, and then pressing his fingers lightly at his hole. Sam stills at that moment. "Shouldn't we have... some oil or something for this?"
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He really knew that wasn't too alluring a way to say that, but it seemed better than being too blunt. He reached behind himself and put a hand on Sam's body to comfort him and let him know that this was okay.
"Don't overthink it too much. I know what to expect. If I think you're going to hurt me, I'll let you know." After only a small pause he added, "Though I'm not one to shy away from a little bit of pain."
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At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.
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He bites his lower lip and leans a bit against the tree. He's practiced enough that he can relax to make this process a little faster, but he still doesn't want to rush too much. He desperately doesn't want Sam's first experience to be a poor one.
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He works slow, stopping from time to time when he feels Cyril tense up at certain points, then continuing when the Elf groans and insistently pushes his hips back. Having to concentrate on this has calmed him down a lot. Enough so that he can think and isn't desperate to reach the end.
Leaning forward, Sam presses his nose to Cyril's shoulder and kisses it lightly. "Doing alright?"
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"Is there a reason you feel the need to rush?" Sam is genuinely curious. He is too familiar with having things done fast, but that was always hands and mouths, working quickly before getting caught. Not that he wants this to go on all night, but the idea that there is a time limit worries him.
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Sam hums again in understanding though and continues, still using the signs Cyril's body is giving to figure out when to slow down and when to press. Feeling a bit more comfortable with everything he moves forward to nip at Cyril's ear, remembering it getting a pretty good reaction before.
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"I'll have to trust you to keep it to yourself..."
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The fact that Cyril's ears are sensitive isn't all that surprising. There were a lot of Elves in the Circle, even if they weren't Dalish.
"Hmmm. I'm good at keeping my mouth shut..." he lets it drop there though. Obviously he'll keep it to himself. It's not like they'll necessarily see each other after tonight anyways. Sam huffs, trying to get the thought out of his head, and instead focuses on pulling more noises out of Cyril. Another well placed nip, a slide of his free hand across smooth skin to Cyril's own erection.
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"Mm," he groans softy. "I can't... Just take me. Please."
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