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."
Cyril shakes his head before he remembers that Sam can't see him very well. He moves over to the human once he's redressed and takes his hand. Then he leans up and kisses him softly.
Cyril chuckles a bit and keeps a hold of the hand. "Come on you." He's sore so his walking is a little tighter than when they got to their spot in the woods, but he manages. He's used to moving around being used that way.
He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
Sam chuckles and lets himself be led. He's tired and sore, though obviously less so than Cyril judging by the sound of his steps. Sam shakes his head. I should probably help him with that when we get back.
He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
"I have to meet my Clan," Cyril explains. He kisses Sam's cheek gently. "You'll be all right, Sam. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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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 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
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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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Date: 2015-10-18 02:31 am (UTC)"You're wonderful, Sam," he says.
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Date: 2015-10-18 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-18 02:34 am (UTC)"Need help getting back to Redcliffe?"
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Date: 2015-10-18 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-18 03:56 am (UTC)He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:07 am (UTC)He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:11 am (UTC)He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:14 am (UTC)He really is inexperienced at this.
He doesn't know Dalish either. "Ah... thanks?"
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:15 am (UTC)"You should probably get back too. Good bye, Sam." And with that, he moves to leave.
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:37 am (UTC)He stands there for some time before eventually turning to walk back to the tavern. And back to the seat at the bar.