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Date: 2017-11-30 03:44 pm (UTC)
ragweed: (kit | thinking)
From: [personal profile] ragweed
"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?"

Date: 2017-12-06 08:17 pm (UTC)
ragweed: (kit | tired)
From: [personal profile] ragweed
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.."

Date: 2017-12-11 07:46 pm (UTC)
ragweed: (kit | bashful)
From: [personal profile] ragweed
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.