Kit steps into the room on Cyril's heels and pauses just beyond the threshold to take in everything with somewhat startled eyes. (Ancestors, it's a good thing they went back to Cyril's place, rather than to his; his hovel in Darktown would definitely not pass muster.)
"You made these?" he asks, glancing back at Cyril curiously, and crosses over the room to stand next to the desk covered with the trinkets and puzzle boxes. He picks one of them up, marvelling at it, and chuckles. "Y'know, I used to find stuff like this in the Deep Roads all the time, back when I still ran with my unit in the Legion."
He puts it down and looks back to Cyril again, suddenly seeming almost shy now that they're in his room and the expectation of what's to come has settled on his shoulders.
Cyril, however, seems very interested. "You've seen some of the old dwarven technology?" he asked. He crossed closer after he closed the door and rested a hand on his arm.
"You'll have to tell me some time, if the stories are something you care to share. And you can keep one of these if you like. I usually sell them for a bit of coin but you could consider it a gift. I like giving people something to do with their hands."
"Oh yeah, it's everywhere down there," Kit responds, his voice gone a little distant as his thoughts wander down avenues he has tried not to tread in a while. A wistful smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You wander through enough lost thaigs, you find all kinds of shit folks left behind while fleeing the darkspawn. No point in taking it with you, though, not when..." He trails off; no, there's no point in discussing just what oaths the Legion of the Dead requires, either. He already feels like enough of a failure.
"...you could consider it a gift. I like giving people something to do with their hands."
Kit looks at Cyril's hand on his arm, then up to his eyes. He offers the young man a lopsided little smile and touches his cheek with one rough palm. "All right, salroka, I'm seduced."
"Well, I had hoped so, considering that's why I brought you here," Cyril replied with a soft chuckle.
His head tilts a bit into the touch, enjoying how rough and strong Kit's hand feels. After a moment of just enjoying the touch, he leans closer to kiss Kit. It's very soft at first, more an exploration than anything. He always prefers to start slow with a new partner, to make sure no one wants to back out.
Slow is good. Slow is marvellous. Slow still might not cut it tonight.
Kit slips his muscled arms around Cyril's narrow waist and draws him closer, tilts his head into that kiss to coax a little more from it. He slides a hand along the slope of his neck into his hair, cradling his head; then, breaking the kiss, he murmurs against his mouth, "How do you want me tonight?"
Cyril chuckles in a teasing sort of way. "Usually that's my line," he responds. He pulls away after a moment so that he can start removing his own clothes. He does so in a way that deliberately puts on a show, but also to get things past slow.
He wears a necklace under his shirt that has a small piece of dragon tooth and an old silver ring. He sets that aside carefully.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you drive into my body so hard I can't think." A pause as he finishes pulls off his belt. "However, you'll find I'm very flexible."
His words are affecting; Kit makes a sound in his throat and watches Cyril undress with dark eyes that follow the lines of muscle and sinew as they're exposed. (Different from Vandelin, he thinks, and then pointedly pushes the thought away--)
"I can do that," he replies quietly and takes a few slow steps towards Cyril, his hands reaching up to unbutton the front of his shirt and shrug it free of his shoulders. He's as covered with scars as one might expect of a Legionnaire dwarf, including a particularly mean-looking scar just above his right hip that looks like some Deep Roads monster made a concerted attempt at making a meal out of him.
He watches the necklace as it's set aside; the dragon's tooth is enough to pique his interest, but he sets it aside for later. Possibly for never. Cyril's business is his own. They aren't here to ask questions.
With both hands, he pulls Cyril's hips flush against his own, exhaling at the sweet friction created by the touch, and then tries to coax him into another, hungrier kiss.
Cyril is briefly fascinated by the scars and has a feeling that he could spend some time trailing his hands over them and mapping them out. He's distracted, though, once Kit is closer to him and pressed against him.
He returns the kiss with fever and moans against Kit's mouth as he enjoys feeling like Kit wants to taste and devour him. He reaches over to help pull off the rest of their clothes and continues the kiss, trying to limit the amount of time their mouths have to be apart to do it.
It's clumsy work, stripping down to one's smallclothes while trying to kiss your partner, but Kit manages it with only a handful of awkward fumbles, and a couple of laughs. At last, once he's managed to render himself and Cyril naked, he kisses him again, favouring his lower lip with a gentle attentiveness that probably is a little unexpected, given his profession, then draws back. He juts his chin out towards the bed.
"Lay down for me?" he asks softly, eyes following the lines of his slim body down to the space between his thighs, then up again.
Cyril seems to enjoy a bit of clumsy. He likes being with someone who can chuckle and fumble and still seem so alluring. He takes any chance he has to spread his hands over Kit, to explore a bit of his body until finally they are both exposed.
He smiles at the suggestion of getting into bed and moves to it. His body is graceful as he moves, and he's careful to put some tease into the way he slides into bed and arranges his body. Each movement is meant to entice and be enjoyable to watch.
He's definitely enjoyable to watch, sauntering across the bedroom like some kind of Orlesian coquette (that's a thing, right? he thinks it is anyway), and puts himself on display atop the bedsheets. The show makes Kit smile warmly, appreciatively, and he follows him to the edge of the bed.
He's narrower in places than Vandelin is, a little less muscled, but the similarities between their bodies are there, even though he wishes the Stone would dull his senses to the point where comparisons are the farthest thing from his mind. Love isn't an easy thing to leave behind, even now. Still, he clambers up onto the bed anyway and kisses a warm path up the centre of Cyril's stomach, across his chest, to the side of his neck. The weight of his body, firm and hard and tightly muscled, is brought down to rest against his now, and with a shift of his hips, he grinds his length against Cyril's between his legs, muffling a groan against his neck.
Cyril's hand moves to press against Kit's shoulder and then back. He can't help but want to feel more of those muscles under his hand. He groans when Kit grinds against him.
His body squirms a bit under Kit so they can both be more comfortable as they explore and enjoy one another.
Cyril groans, and yes, that's a good noise, isn't it--
"Talk to me, salroka," he says a little breathily, after a moment, and draws back enough to prop himself up on his elbows above Cyril. One hand slips into his soft-looking hair, stroking it back from his eyebrows and darkly lined eyes. His hips shift again, subtly, teasingly, and match a sly little smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Tell me what I can do for you."
"You can work us both until we're hot and ready," Cyril answered, voice a little breathy. He moaned softly when Kit pushed up against him. "Then use these rough fingers of yours to open me up so that I can take your cock inside of me. I want to know what it feels like when you fill me up."
That request sends a full-bodied shudder through Kit's body. "Ancestors," he breathes, the sound blending into a weak chuckle, "you know how to get a guy going, don't you?"
He shifts his weight over Cyril and, holding his gaze, reaches a hand down between their bodies to grip Cyril's length and let the weight of it rest in his grip. He strokes him slowly but firmly, whispers, "--oh, you feel good--" and leans over him again to lay warm kisses against the side of his throat. (Kit's own length, quite hard, doesn't look like it needs much coaxing; he's there already.)
Cyril groans and tilts his head to give Kit all of the access he needs to his neck. His own body is easily coaxed to fullness. He's already hot from feeling Kit's body up against him.
"I just..." he starts, voice breathy. "Know what I want. I want you."
It's good, Kit decides, to be wanted. Especially so close on the heels of being rejected--but no. He won't think of that, not now, not with another man so warm and willing and achingly hard under his hands.
At last, he murmurs, "You got any oil or..?" and lets his hand slide off of Cyril's length to stroke along the curve of his ass.
Cyril chuckles, though the sound of it is still breathy. "I have several different kinds... But my favorite is there." He points to a cupboard by his bedside that has the oil behind a door. When Kit opens it, he also finds some rope and couple different boxes, but Cyril isn't about to get into what's in those just yet.
He doesn't know how comfortable Kit is with anything other than sex, and he doesn't want to scare him off when it might be a one time thing.
"Let's take a look," Kit says and pushes himself up enough to reach over and tug the cupboard doors open. He finds the oil easily enough, and though his eyes linger with some curiosity on the rope and the other boxes, he doesn't go nosing around through Cyril's belongings.
On another night, he might be more adventurous, more open to new experiences. Tonight he just wants the familiar comfort of another man's body warm beneath him, and around him.
"This the one?" he asks as he comes back to Cyril's side on the bed. He sits back on his knees to uncork it and work a little bit of it onto his hand and fingers; the slick of it gives his dark skin a cool, liquid warmth. Kit lifts his dark eyes to watch Cyril's, wets his lips, and drops his fingers to rest against his lover's thigh. "You ready?"
"Yes," he replies, almost desperate in his tone. He reaches out and touches Kit's arm, trailing his fingers up in an effort to encourage him. "I've already told you that I want you feel you inside of me. Fingers will do for now." He shifts his legs and hips to make sure that Kit is about to reach more easily.
Up on his knees so that he can look down at Cyril's body laid out before him, Kit offers him a crooked smile. "Sounds like you really want it," he says in a low voice. One hand takes hold of Cyril's thigh to gently hold it aside, and the other obliges his lover's request; gently, he massages the oil against the entrance to his body, stifling a noise of desire low in the back of his throat.
"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."
Cyril moans in agreement at the observation that he 'really wants it.' The finger against him and then inside of him also coaxes more little noises of pleasure from him.
"Your finger feels so good," he mutters, talking. "I can't wait until its something bigger. I need to be ready for your cock soon."
Cyril's hunger for it makes Kit ache, and he muffles another low noise of appreciation as he watches his lover shift and arch in pleasure. He places his other hand on Cyril's hip to still and steady him, eyes on his face to watch for any sign of discomfort, and eases an additional finger into him.
"Soon," he promises quietly, working two fingers into him enough to loosen him, to stretch the muscles that clench tight around him.
Cyril hums lightly in response, but the promise and the pressure of two fingers is only enough to sate him for a short moment. He takes a breath to help his body relax.
"You say that as if waiting is the easiest thing in the world," he mutters gently, his voice strained a bit but without sign of real pain. He mostly just seems needy and hot.
"As if you aren't so desirable I could almost skip this whole part." He wouldn't actually, not when Kit might worry so much about hurting him, but the hint of impatience is still there.
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Date: 2017-11-20 02:43 am (UTC)"You made these?" he asks, glancing back at Cyril curiously, and crosses over the room to stand next to the desk covered with the trinkets and puzzle boxes. He picks one of them up, marvelling at it, and chuckles. "Y'know, I used to find stuff like this in the Deep Roads all the time, back when I still ran with my unit in the Legion."
He puts it down and looks back to Cyril again, suddenly seeming almost shy now that they're in his room and the expectation of what's to come has settled on his shoulders.
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Date: 2017-11-20 03:04 am (UTC)"You'll have to tell me some time, if the stories are something you care to share. And you can keep one of these if you like. I usually sell them for a bit of coin but you could consider it a gift. I like giving people something to do with their hands."
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Date: 2017-11-20 03:11 am (UTC)"Oh yeah, it's everywhere down there," Kit responds, his voice gone a little distant as his thoughts wander down avenues he has tried not to tread in a while. A wistful smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You wander through enough lost thaigs, you find all kinds of shit folks left behind while fleeing the darkspawn. No point in taking it with you, though, not when..." He trails off; no, there's no point in discussing just what oaths the Legion of the Dead requires, either. He already feels like enough of a failure.
"...you could consider it a gift. I like giving people something to do with their hands."
Kit looks at Cyril's hand on his arm, then up to his eyes. He offers the young man a lopsided little smile and touches his cheek with one rough palm. "All right, salroka, I'm seduced."
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Date: 2017-11-20 03:32 am (UTC)His head tilts a bit into the touch, enjoying how rough and strong Kit's hand feels. After a moment of just enjoying the touch, he leans closer to kiss Kit. It's very soft at first, more an exploration than anything. He always prefers to start slow with a new partner, to make sure no one wants to back out.
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Date: 2017-11-20 03:46 am (UTC)Kit slips his muscled arms around Cyril's narrow waist and draws him closer, tilts his head into that kiss to coax a little more from it. He slides a hand along the slope of his neck into his hair, cradling his head; then, breaking the kiss, he murmurs against his mouth, "How do you want me tonight?"
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Date: 2017-11-20 03:56 am (UTC)He wears a necklace under his shirt that has a small piece of dragon tooth and an old silver ring. He sets that aside carefully.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you drive into my body so hard I can't think." A pause as he finishes pulls off his belt. "However, you'll find I'm very flexible."
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Date: 2017-11-20 02:44 pm (UTC)"I can do that," he replies quietly and takes a few slow steps towards Cyril, his hands reaching up to unbutton the front of his shirt and shrug it free of his shoulders. He's as covered with scars as one might expect of a Legionnaire dwarf, including a particularly mean-looking scar just above his right hip that looks like some Deep Roads monster made a concerted attempt at making a meal out of him.
He watches the necklace as it's set aside; the dragon's tooth is enough to pique his interest, but he sets it aside for later. Possibly for never. Cyril's business is his own. They aren't here to ask questions.
With both hands, he pulls Cyril's hips flush against his own, exhaling at the sweet friction created by the touch, and then tries to coax him into another, hungrier kiss.
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:25 am (UTC)He returns the kiss with fever and moans against Kit's mouth as he enjoys feeling like Kit wants to taste and devour him. He reaches over to help pull off the rest of their clothes and continues the kiss, trying to limit the amount of time their mouths have to be apart to do it.
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:30 am (UTC)"Lay down for me?" he asks softly, eyes following the lines of his slim body down to the space between his thighs, then up again.
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:42 am (UTC)He smiles at the suggestion of getting into bed and moves to it. His body is graceful as he moves, and he's careful to put some tease into the way he slides into bed and arranges his body. Each movement is meant to entice and be enjoyable to watch.
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:53 am (UTC)He's narrower in places than Vandelin is, a little less muscled, but the similarities between their bodies are there, even though he wishes the Stone would dull his senses to the point where comparisons are the farthest thing from his mind. Love isn't an easy thing to leave behind, even now. Still, he clambers up onto the bed anyway and kisses a warm path up the centre of Cyril's stomach, across his chest, to the side of his neck. The weight of his body, firm and hard and tightly muscled, is brought down to rest against his now, and with a shift of his hips, he grinds his length against Cyril's between his legs, muffling a groan against his neck.
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Date: 2017-11-21 04:07 am (UTC)His body squirms a bit under Kit so they can both be more comfortable as they explore and enjoy one another.
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Date: 2017-11-21 11:51 am (UTC)"Talk to me, salroka," he says a little breathily, after a moment, and draws back enough to prop himself up on his elbows above Cyril. One hand slips into his soft-looking hair, stroking it back from his eyebrows and darkly lined eyes. His hips shift again, subtly, teasingly, and match a sly little smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Tell me what I can do for you."
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Date: 2017-11-26 06:40 am (UTC)He turns his head so that he can kiss Kit's hand.
"Please."
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Date: 2017-11-26 11:04 pm (UTC)That request sends a full-bodied shudder through Kit's body. "Ancestors," he breathes, the sound blending into a weak chuckle, "you know how to get a guy going, don't you?"
He shifts his weight over Cyril and, holding his gaze, reaches a hand down between their bodies to grip Cyril's length and let the weight of it rest in his grip. He strokes him slowly but firmly, whispers, "--oh, you feel good--" and leans over him again to lay warm kisses against the side of his throat. (Kit's own length, quite hard, doesn't look like it needs much coaxing; he's there already.)
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Date: 2017-11-29 02:51 am (UTC)"I just..." he starts, voice breathy. "Know what I want. I want you."
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Date: 2017-11-29 04:47 am (UTC)At last, he murmurs, "You got any oil or..?" and lets his hand slide off of Cyril's length to stroke along the curve of his ass.
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Date: 2017-11-30 04:27 am (UTC)He doesn't know how comfortable Kit is with anything other than sex, and he doesn't want to scare him off when it might be a one time thing.
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Date: 2017-11-30 03:44 pm (UTC)On another night, he might be more adventurous, more open to new experiences. Tonight he just wants the familiar comfort of another man's body warm beneath him, and around him.
"This the one?" he asks as he comes back to Cyril's side on the bed. He sits back on his knees to uncork it and work a little bit of it onto his hand and fingers; the slick of it gives his dark skin a cool, liquid warmth. Kit lifts his dark eyes to watch Cyril's, wets his lips, and drops his fingers to rest against his lover's thigh. "You ready?"
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Date: 2017-12-06 08:17 pm (UTC)"Come on," he coaxes softly, biting down on his lower lip as he manages to ease a slick finger inside the elf's body. "Keep talking to me, salroka.."
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Date: 2017-12-11 04:03 am (UTC)"Your finger feels so good," he mutters, talking. "I can't wait until its something bigger. I need to be ready for your cock soon."
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Date: 2017-12-11 07:46 pm (UTC)"Soon," he promises quietly, working two fingers into him enough to loosen him, to stretch the muscles that clench tight around him.
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Date: 2017-12-20 04:58 am (UTC)"You say that as if waiting is the easiest thing in the world," he mutters gently, his voice strained a bit but without sign of real pain. He mostly just seems needy and hot.
"As if you aren't so desirable I could almost skip this whole part." He wouldn't actually, not when Kit might worry so much about hurting him, but the hint of impatience is still there.