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It took his eyes a moment to adjust but as soon as they did, Cyril started to lead Sam somewhere a bit more secluded. He chuckled a bit to Sam's question. "No," he said. "I was rather hoping that you'd pin me against one." He knew he was saying something just to fluster Sam, but there was honesty there as well. If Sam could handle it, Cyril would love to end up in that situation.
They ended up just outside of Redcliffe in one of the more wooded spots. There were trees which blocked them from the view of the road.
"You haven't changed your mind have you?" Cyril asked as he tugged Sam into that hidden spot.
It took his eyes a moment to adjust but as soon as they did, Cyril started to lead Sam somewhere a bit more secluded. He chuckled a bit to Sam's question. "No," he said. "I was rather hoping that you'd pin me against one." He knew he was saying something just to fluster Sam, but there was honesty there as well. If Sam could handle it, Cyril would love to end up in that situation.
They ended up just outside of Redcliffe in one of the more wooded spots. There were trees which blocked them from the view of the road.
"You haven't changed your mind have you?" Cyril asked as he tugged Sam into that hidden spot.
After a little bit of time Sam found his eyes growing used to the dark, but he still had to rely on Cyril to guide him. The Elf was insanely fast that even Sam's long legs had to move faster in order to keep up. He was sure the blush on his face was getting worse, but even Cyril's eyes weren't that good. He hoped.
"Really? Somehow I had this whole picture that you were going to corner me against one." He chuckled, though it was a bit shaky. His nerves were a wreck. He could talk a good game, but there had been very few intimate interactions in his life and this was very new in many ways.
Once Cyril came to a stop, Sam figured that they had reached their destination. "Have you?" The walk had calmed him a bit, but now that he was here he felt his gut doing a bunch of flips.
"Really? Somehow I had this whole picture that you were going to corner me against one." He chuckled, though it was a bit shaky. His nerves were a wreck. He could talk a good game, but there had been very few intimate interactions in his life and this was very new in many ways.
Once Cyril came to a stop, Sam figured that they had reached their destination. "Have you?" The walk had calmed him a bit, but now that he was here he felt his gut doing a bunch of flips.
"No," Cyril replied easily. He shifted a bit and guided Sam so that his back was pressed against the biggest tree. "Was this more what you had in mind?" he asked as he came much closer and pressed his body up against Sam.
It made their height differences all the more noticeable, but his hands had the ability to settle on Sam's body. One of them rested on his waist, while the other slide over his hip.
"Or was there something else you wanted?"
It made their height differences all the more noticeable, but his hands had the ability to settle on Sam's body. One of them rested on his waist, while the other slide over his hip.
"Or was there something else you wanted?"
Sam blinked, leaning farther back against the tree as Cyril pressed up against him. "Yeah, it was..." He couldn't see the Elf all that well in the dark, save for the moonlight reflecting off his hair once in a while, but he could feel him. He'd never done it outdoors, and he had to admit it was kind of exciting.
"Can't say I'm very picky." Sam raises his hands to find Cyril and ends up bumping a hand into the Elf's arm. "Sorry," he chuckles at his own fumbling. Eventually he manages to rest his palms over his hips, lightly picking at his clothes.
"Can't say I'm very picky." Sam raises his hands to find Cyril and ends up bumping a hand into the Elf's arm. "Sorry," he chuckles at his own fumbling. Eventually he manages to rest his palms over his hips, lightly picking at his clothes.
Cyril finds the fumbling just as endearing as he has anything that Sam has said. He pushed up and slid a hand around Sam's neck to get him to bend down enough to kiss him.
His mouth was warm and hungry but not any more demanding than their conversation had been.
His mouth was warm and hungry but not any more demanding than their conversation had been.
Sam complies with the tug against the back of his neck, and is honestly a bit surprised at the kiss. Kissing had crossed his mind, but hadn't been sure if it would have been welcomed. By how Cyril moves his lips it is very welcomed.
Feeling a bit more sure Sam curls his fingers around Cyril's waist a bit more firmly, and leans into the kiss some more. At feeling nails scrape lightly along the base of his skull he moans lightly.
Feeling a bit more sure Sam curls his fingers around Cyril's waist a bit more firmly, and leans into the kiss some more. At feeling nails scrape lightly along the base of his skull he moans lightly.
Cyril pulls back just enough to breathe and talk. "You sound so nice," he muttered a bit against Sam's lips. He shifted his hands a bit to start moving some of Sam's clothes.
"I meant what I said about using my mouth. We can figure out where to go from there."
"I meant what I said about using my mouth. We can figure out where to go from there."
Sam smiles at the compliment and how Cyril's lips move against his as he talks. At feeling fingers tugging at his clothes he chuckles.
"You don't have to." He means it. Even if Cyril had said it, he still doesn't want the Elf to do anything he doesn't want to. "We don't have to- Tch!" Sam jumps lightly, his body instinctively pressing back more into the wood as he tries to get away from chilly fingers pressing past his waist band.
Sam starts to laugh, which seems to chase away the rest of his nerves, before moving his hands to grab Cyril's and move them away from his skin. "Someone's going a bit fast." He grins and brings Cyril's hands to his mouth. He lightly blows against the fingers, warming them from the chill, allowing his lips to scrape against the pads every so often.
"You don't have to." He means it. Even if Cyril had said it, he still doesn't want the Elf to do anything he doesn't want to. "We don't have to- Tch!" Sam jumps lightly, his body instinctively pressing back more into the wood as he tries to get away from chilly fingers pressing past his waist band.
Sam starts to laugh, which seems to chase away the rest of his nerves, before moving his hands to grab Cyril's and move them away from his skin. "Someone's going a bit fast." He grins and brings Cyril's hands to his mouth. He lightly blows against the fingers, warming them from the chill, allowing his lips to scrape against the pads every so often.
The movement is oddly more intimate than even kissing or groping at each other had been. He paused and just sort of watched Sam, eyes glittering in the darkness as he focused on the human's face. He wasn't entirely sure what to say at first, because it felt too tender.
He was thankful that humans didn't see as well as elves in the darkness. He didn't want to be caught staring slack jaw for a moment. Instead he chuckled breathily. "I could warm them up by touching myself for a bit. I feel over heated."
He was thankful that humans didn't see as well as elves in the darkness. He didn't want to be caught staring slack jaw for a moment. Instead he chuckled breathily. "I could warm them up by touching myself for a bit. I feel over heated."
For a moment Sam wonders if he has done something wrong as Cyril is quiet, but when a breathy chuckle reaches his ears he cannot help but smile. So the Elf could be caught off guard, and that knowledge gives Sam a boost of confidence.
"Oh?" Sam pushes Cyril's hands to loop around the back of his neck. Since he still cannot see in the dark the Mage allows his cheek to follow the inside of Cyril's arms until he finds the juncture where his shoulder and neck connect.
His hands follow a similar path, but continue on until they find the Elf's waist once more. At this point he chuckles low in his throat and smirks. "That seems hardly fair. I can hardly see in this dark. I wouldn't be able to watch. And how are we supposed to 'enjoy each other' if you're taking 'matters' into your own hands?"
"Oh?" Sam pushes Cyril's hands to loop around the back of his neck. Since he still cannot see in the dark the Mage allows his cheek to follow the inside of Cyril's arms until he finds the juncture where his shoulder and neck connect.
His hands follow a similar path, but continue on until they find the Elf's waist once more. At this point he chuckles low in his throat and smirks. "That seems hardly fair. I can hardly see in this dark. I wouldn't be able to watch. And how are we supposed to 'enjoy each other' if you're taking 'matters' into your own hands?"
Edited 2015-10-08 08:59 (UTC)
Cyril settles into that position. He tilts his head a bit to the side to let Sam have access to his skin. He can't help but feel better now that they're back to the flirting and teasing and not tending to one another. He is used to humans rushing a bit more than Sam is, but he can't complain too much about the situation.
"You could listen," he says with a voice that is low and tantalizing.
"You could listen," he says with a voice that is low and tantalizing.
Sam hums thoughtfully at the suggestion, allowing his lips to slide lightly over skin that is offered. "I'm already doing that."
For a bit Sam just busies himself with Cyril's neck. It is nice to hear the noises coming out of the Elf, but nice is only good for so long. "Alright," he breathes the word into Cyril's ear before nipping at it.
"You want me to listen." Sam lets that hang in the air for a moment as his fingers try to find a way into the leathers. He presses his lips back to the Elf's neck so that Cyril can feel the smirk he has. "Tell me... tell me what you imagine me doing. Let me hear you put it to words."
For a bit Sam just busies himself with Cyril's neck. It is nice to hear the noises coming out of the Elf, but nice is only good for so long. "Alright," he breathes the word into Cyril's ear before nipping at it.
"You want me to listen." Sam lets that hang in the air for a moment as his fingers try to find a way into the leathers. He presses his lips back to the Elf's neck so that Cyril can feel the smirk he has. "Tell me... tell me what you imagine me doing. Let me hear you put it to words."
Edited 2015-10-09 06:56 (UTC)
Cyril feels that nip at his ear throughout his entire body. He groans and moves his body to give Sam more room to move. It's strange how the distracted seeming mage suddenly feels and sounds like he might just be able to control the situation. It's incredibly hot to the elf.
"Right now, I want you in my mouth," he repeats. "I want to be on my knees in front of you and feel you in my throat. I want you gasping as you hold onto my head by gripping my hair."
He shifted just a bit to kiss the side of Sam's face and jaw. "I want to get you wet so that you can pin me against this tree and push yourself inside of me." Then he chuckled a bit. "Unless you're interested in the other way around still. Then I want to make you climax and then turn you around and have my way with your tight arse."
If Sam was expecting him to shrink away or act embarrassed over being asked to speak, Cyril didn't even seem to be blushing as he said all of that.
"Right now, I want you in my mouth," he repeats. "I want to be on my knees in front of you and feel you in my throat. I want you gasping as you hold onto my head by gripping my hair."
He shifted just a bit to kiss the side of Sam's face and jaw. "I want to get you wet so that you can pin me against this tree and push yourself inside of me." Then he chuckled a bit. "Unless you're interested in the other way around still. Then I want to make you climax and then turn you around and have my way with your tight arse."
If Sam was expecting him to shrink away or act embarrassed over being asked to speak, Cyril didn't even seem to be blushing as he said all of that.
Sam groans, feeling a pleasant shiver run down his back again. Cyril doesn't pull any punches with anything and the vivid description goes straight to his groin. The urgent pushes and groans from the Elf aren't helping either. "S-shit..."
What Cyril does next sends him for a loop though. Sam doesn't expect him to continue with telling him about the rest of things he has planned for this... exchange. It's very arousing, Sam cannot help but tighten his hold on Cyril whenever his voice drops at a particular detail he enjoys, but at the same time he finds himself hesitating again. He's stepping into an area he has no experience in. He's not going to back out though. He's too worked up for that first off, and he honestly he wants to know.
Sam chuckles softly, seemingly hiding more then trying to get more out of Cyril's skin, because he knows the Elf can see more easily in the dark. "That..." Well this is very embarrassing. It takes a moment for Sam to bite his lip and a few breathes to find his words. "I am very familiar with that first part. I might need... a bit more directing on the rest of it."
What Cyril does next sends him for a loop though. Sam doesn't expect him to continue with telling him about the rest of things he has planned for this... exchange. It's very arousing, Sam cannot help but tighten his hold on Cyril whenever his voice drops at a particular detail he enjoys, but at the same time he finds himself hesitating again. He's stepping into an area he has no experience in. He's not going to back out though. He's too worked up for that first off, and he honestly he wants to know.
Sam chuckles softly, seemingly hiding more then trying to get more out of Cyril's skin, because he knows the Elf can see more easily in the dark. "That..." Well this is very embarrassing. It takes a moment for Sam to bite his lip and a few breathes to find his words. "I am very familiar with that first part. I might need... a bit more directing on the rest of it."
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.
"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.
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.
"Is it rushing if I get on my knees now?"
"Is it rushing if I get on my knees now?"
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.
"I'm not stopping you if that's what you want."
"I'm not stopping you if that's what you want."
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 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 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.
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..." 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.
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..."
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."
"Too close?" he asks after a moment. "We could start getting ready for a bit more."
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