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."
Sam chuckles again at how Cyril leans into him. This is what he is good with, using his mouth and his hands. He's always been good with his hands, and by the sounds of it Cyril agrees.
And then Cyril groans, and Sam blinks at the sudden - could he even say desperate? - request. This is the part he's not so familiar with, but there is no way Sam can possibly talk the Elf into waiting a bit more.
Sighing, Sam gives Cyril's cock one last stroke before fully pulling away and standing up straight. Pulling his fingers out slowly, Sam then places them against the Elf's side, and uses his other hand to help himself line up.
Cyril pushes his hips up and makes sure he has good footing with his legs apart to brace himself as Sam pushes closer. His hands press into the tree to keep himself grounded.
Sam hisses lightly at Cyril suddenly pushing back as he pushed forward. He was trying to go slow, but the insistent Elf is making that impossible. A bit frustrated at the stimulation, Sam presses a bit harder, groaning when he pushes in the first inch.
His other hand quickly moves to grip the other side of Cyril's hips, but he doesn't go farther. "Shit," he breathes out shakily.
Cyril hissed in a deep breath and then stilled from him pushing and encouraging. The sound of frustrating and the grip were enough to get him to behave though they also amplified the pleasure he felt. There was pain too, at being pushed into, but he really didn't care as much about that.
He let Sam take control of his body now, let him guide how they moved against one another.
Sam focuses on his breathing. Everything was warm and tight, and all he wanted to do was push forward. He knows better than to just do that though. Lessening his grip a bit, Sam stares down at Cyril's back - or what he can make of it. He hasn't said anything so far, and Same isn't sure if that is that is a good or bad thing.
Regardless, Cyril is bit too tense for him to move properly. Leaning forward again Sam lightly kisses between the Elf's shoulder blades before pulling his hips back a bit and then forward.
Cyril breathes out then and then slowly relaxes again. "Yes," he says, though his voice is a little strained. He takes a breath and then shifts a bit to make them both more comfortable.
"Yes," he repeats, voice stronger. "I want you deeper."
Sam groans at the shifting, and presses his forehead to Cyril's back. "Ok..." he breathes out then takes a breath in, "ok."
Sam moves again, noting that it is a bit easier to move now. Ever so slowly he repeats the motion, and presses a bit further each time. Each time he lets out a hot breath against Cyril's skin and mutters something under his breath.
Cyril groans openly, wanting to ensure that Sam knows he's enjoying himself. One hand stays pressed against the three to brace them both and the other reaches down to grip at his erection. He strokes himself in time with Sam's movements.
It gets easier to move and soon Sam finds himself fully pressed into Cyril, at which point he stops again. So that both he and Cyril can get used to the feeling. His legs are shaking in the effort of staying still, but last thing he wants to do is mess everything up because he couldn't keep himself in check for a moment.
"Fuck... Cyriiii-mmph..." Sam pants as he feels the Elf's muscles work around him. It encourages him to move. Slowly he pulls back then presses all the way back in again. "Fuck."
Cyril cries out a bit and then grunts. It's a good sound though. "Mm, Sam. Yes. That's it," he encourages. He keeps his hand on himself and bows his head a bit as he gets used to feeling himself be taken this way.
Sam is filling him up and using him. He wants to memorize the way that it feels and enjoy every second of it. "Fuck me."
Sam shivers at the noises Cyril is making, but it's when he gives that desperate command that Sam feels his body jerk. Damn that had sounded nice. It encourages him to pick up the pace a bit.
The noise of their bodies joining is loud in his ears, and it happens often now that it was easier to move. "Maker... you feel good..." Sam groans and thrusts a bit harder, feeling that familiar tightening in his groin again.
The pace picking up is exactly what Cyril wanted. He continued making those noises to encourage Sam. His own hand keeps moving against his own body. As Sam get more control and ruts his hips harder, Cyril starts moving his own hips into the movement. This encourages them both to connect deeper and harder.
He can't think much more than just wanting Sam to keep pushing in and out of him.
Sam groans low and long as Cyril pushes back to meet him. His hands loosen their grip to allow him more freedom in angling. He grunts at one of his thrusts meeting harshly with one of Cyril's going back. It encourages him into shorter but quicker snaps of his hips.
"Cyril." Honestly he's surprised he is able to think at the moment, but that familiar tingling that he's about to go over the edge clears his thoughts enough. "I can't... I going to-"
The more rough that Sam gets, the more Cyril feels his body rushing towards his own climax. The feeling of being used by Sam makes his entire body give into pleasure.
"Yes," he replies to Sam's words. "Please. I want you to." He speeds up the movement of his hand to make sure that he's not that far behind.
From that point Sam's thrust are erratic, desperate to reach the end. Once again his hands grip Cyril's hips tightly, enough that later he'll question about it, but right now he cannot help it, he needs something to hold on to.
And then Cyril's inner muscles squeeze slightly and that's it for him. Sam groans loudly as he finally finds his orgasm, pulling Cyril's hips for firmly back against his own.
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."
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Date: 2015-10-17 03:28 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-10-17 03:41 am (UTC)"Mm," he groans softy. "I can't... Just take me. Please."
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Date: 2015-10-17 03:58 am (UTC)And then Cyril groans, and Sam blinks at the sudden - could he even say desperate? - request. This is the part he's not so familiar with, but there is no way Sam can possibly talk the Elf into waiting a bit more.
Sighing, Sam gives Cyril's cock one last stroke before fully pulling away and standing up straight. Pulling his fingers out slowly, Sam then places them against the Elf's side, and uses his other hand to help himself line up.
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:12 am (UTC)His other hand quickly moves to grip the other side of Cyril's hips, but he doesn't go farther. "Shit," he breathes out shakily.
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:17 am (UTC)He let Sam take control of his body now, let him guide how they moved against one another.
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:48 am (UTC)Regardless, Cyril is bit too tense for him to move properly. Leaning forward again Sam lightly kisses between the Elf's shoulder blades before pulling his hips back a bit and then forward.
"You need to talk to me, Cyril. Is this ok?"
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:59 am (UTC)"Yes," he repeats, voice stronger. "I want you deeper."
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Date: 2015-10-17 05:14 am (UTC)Sam moves again, noting that it is a bit easier to move now. Ever so slowly he repeats the motion, and presses a bit further each time. Each time he lets out a hot breath against Cyril's skin and mutters something under his breath.
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Date: 2015-10-17 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-17 05:39 am (UTC)"Fuck... Cyriiii-mmph..." Sam pants as he feels the Elf's muscles work around him. It encourages him to move. Slowly he pulls back then presses all the way back in again. "Fuck."
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Date: 2015-10-17 05:49 am (UTC)Sam is filling him up and using him. He wants to memorize the way that it feels and enjoy every second of it. "Fuck me."
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:14 am (UTC)The noise of their bodies joining is loud in his ears, and it happens often now that it was easier to move. "Maker... you feel good..." Sam groans and thrusts a bit harder, feeling that familiar tightening in his groin again.
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:25 am (UTC)He can't think much more than just wanting Sam to keep pushing in and out of him.
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:44 am (UTC)"Cyril." Honestly he's surprised he is able to think at the moment, but that familiar tingling that he's about to go over the edge clears his thoughts enough. "I can't... I going to-"
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Date: 2015-10-18 12:48 am (UTC)"Yes," he replies to Sam's words. "Please. I want you to." He speeds up the movement of his hand to make sure that he's not that far behind.
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Date: 2015-10-18 01:14 am (UTC)And then Cyril's inner muscles squeeze slightly and that's it for him. Sam groans loudly as he finally finds his orgasm, pulling Cyril's hips for firmly back against his own.
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Date: 2015-10-18 01:32 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-10-18 01:42 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-10-18 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-18 02:02 am (UTC)"Well... glad to be of service," his own voice is low and a bit of a drawl.
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Date: 2015-10-18 02:29 am (UTC)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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