It is one of my many charms. [ He turns a little, nosing along Cyril's cheek until he can press his lips gently, chastely, against Cyril's eyelids. They were still dark with khol, but the gesture meant just as much now as it does when they are bare. ] Just as your certainty is one of yours.
[Cyril feels almost too full then. Not just the fingers inside of him, but the way those lips on his eyes means so much to him. He turns his head so that he can kiss Zevran's mouth. This time it's more than just sexy and hungry, he has passion there, and feeling. His heart is too exposed for him to deny the true affection he feels for Zevran. His arm wraps around Zevran's shoulders as he kisses him deeply.]
[ He doesn't feel this sort of closeness often- he hadn't in years and now? He feels it with a few. Even like this, with the understanding, the kindness- Cyril is young. It should be more of a deterrent for wanting more, feeling more. And yet here he is, holding him, claiming him by inches in this moment- and feeling more.
He pours that emotion into the kiss, offering with actions what he cannot possibly express in words. ]
[Cyril keeps this for a while. He lets himself just experience Zevran touching him and kissing him. He shifts his arm so that he can run his hand through Zevran's hair and moves his hips to make his body open up more easily.
[Cyril breathes and relaxes as he takes the toy into his body. He soft groan leaves his lips and his arm tightens just a bit around Zevran's shoulders. When Zevran pushes it as far as it can go he pulls up and kisses the assassin again, this time more playfully.]
Now, there was something about me riding this while using my mouth on you?
[ He sighs into the kiss, nosing along to nip at Cyril's earlobe. He shifts back somewhat to give Cyril room, tugging the laces of his shirt and leathers loose. ]
Go right ahead- take your time. I am admiring the view.
[Cyril chuckles softly, the sound of it just a bit strained. He moves so that he can pull back from Zevran. He's just a bit away from him, enough that he can easily bend down to place his mouth against Zevran. He uses his bedroll too rest against, pushing the dildo more firmly into his body by pressing down on it on the bed. He then pulls his hips up to see how easily he can fuck himself against the toy. Zevran gave it just enough oil that it moves pleasantly and all he has to do is ensure that he can keep up the movement while bent over.]
[ Zevran's hands slip down to cradle Cyril's face, comb through his hair as he finds somewhere comfortable to settle. It does not take long and then- he's torn as to what to watch. Cyril's hips working against the toy or his mouth working over his cock. Darkened eyes flick between the two before settling on Cryil's face, moaning softly at the first past of his mouth. ]
[Cyril's attention at first is at finding a good balance. It makes him a little more tentative than normal, as he figures out the best way to angle his body and move. Once he finds the perfect spot, though, he starts rocking and bobbing his head up and down. He groans happily around Zevran's cock. He always enjoys doing this, and the sensation of doing it while filled is glorious.]
[ He cannot make up his mind on where he would wish to be more- under Cyril's talented mouth or buried deeply within him. Later, perhaps, he might take a smaller toy and change places but for now? He shudders, hands curling in Cyril's hair to guide him in slow passes. This he wants to have last a little while longer. ]
[Cyril hums at the compliment and the strain in his body. As Zevran guides him to slow he does and takes his time. He enjoys running his mouth and tongue over Zevran's length, enjoying the taste and feel of him. His eyes look upwards, wanting to take in as much as he could from Zevran's face.]
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He pours that emotion into the kiss, offering with actions what he cannot possibly express in words. ]
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He only breaks the kiss when he has to breathe.]
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He pulls back to rest his forehead against Cyril's, ees dark and wondering. ]
Do you think you are ready?
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[ He murmurs, pressing his lips to Cyril's cheek, his eyelids, his forehead as he slicks the toy wit oil and begins to slowly press it in. ]
Breathe.
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Now, there was something about me riding this while using my mouth on you?
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[ He sighs into the kiss, nosing along to nip at Cyril's earlobe. He shifts back somewhat to give Cyril room, tugging the laces of his shirt and leathers loose. ]
Go right ahead- take your time. I am admiring the view.
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[ He cannot make up his mind on where he would wish to be more- under Cyril's talented mouth or buried deeply within him. Later, perhaps, he might take a smaller toy and change places but for now? He shudders, hands curling in Cyril's hair to guide him in slow passes. This he wants to have last a little while longer. ]
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