Cyril looks up at Sam and does slow down. Eventually, he pulls back completely, letting Sam's erection slide back out from his lips. He shifts his hand to stroke him almost lazily, not wanting to force Sam to lose all of his attention.
"Too close?" he asks after a moment. "We could start getting ready for a bit more."
Sam lets out a shaky breath as Cyril complies to his words, both relieved and frustrated that he does so. His body desperately wants to reach the end, but he doesn't know his limits in this field. And he so wants to do the rest of the things Cyril spoke about.
His body shudders when Cyril finally pulls back, and a groan leaves his lips, already missing the wet heat around his erection. "Maker preserve me..." he gasps as he lets go of Cyril's hair to lean back against the tree.
At the question, Sam nods dumbly. It takes him a moment through the continued stroking to realize that even with his better eyesight, Cyril might not have seen his response. "Y-yeah. You've a truly talented tongue." He chuckles at that, only to moan a moment later at a particular long stroke.
"If you keep stroking me like that I might not be ready for more." Reaching down Sam lightly grips Cyril's wrist and forces him to stop. "Now what?"
Cyril chuckles a bit, though it sounds very good natured. He stands slowly and then shifts Sam to the side so that he can be the one against the tree. He's careful to make sure Sam doesn't trip over himself.
He hurried to pull down everything he was wearing below the waist and then reaches for Sam's hand. "I'm going to put your fingers in my mouth and get them pretty coated. I want you to use it to put those fingers inside me. You'll feel me start to open up and I'll let you know when I'm ready."
He didn't really give Sam a lot of time to respond before he took Sam's hand and started to do just what he had said. He rushed only in the sense that he didn't want the dampness to dry up, but he was also very liberal while he coated Sam's fingers with his spit. He only pulled back when he thought it was enough and then shifted his body so that his his were pushed up and legs spread.
"Let me know if you need more direction," he said, and despite how casual he had been, he wasn't teasing now. He understood that Sam wasn't very experienced and wanted to do his part to make this easier for them both.
Sam huffs in amusement as Cyril directs him so that they switch spots. He doesn't feel particularly... sexy? what with his pants down around his knees and having to waddle. If it weren't for trying to concentrate on what Cyril was doing and his erection, he might have burst out laughing.
Everything seems to go quickly from that point, from Cyril tossing out instructions, to sucking his fingers, then positioning himself to be prepared. The entire exchange has allowed him to calm down a bit, but at the same time Sam feels like he's just walked through a twister.
"You're lucky I'm a good listener and a fast learner." Technically he knows what he has to do from what others in the Circle have told him, he's just never done it, and theory is always different than practice.
Hesitantly Sam brings his hands up to feel out Cyril's ass, being mindful not to wipe off the spit that Cyril has supplied, and then pressing his fingers lightly at his hole. Sam stills at that moment. "Shouldn't we have... some oil or something for this?"
Cyril groaned very softly and gripped a bit at the tree. "It would be better with it, yeah," he responded honestly. "But this isn't the first time I've done this without. Your spit will work too. Just... keep adding more if you think it feels too dry."
He really knew that wasn't too alluring a way to say that, but it seemed better than being too blunt. He reached behind himself and put a hand on Sam's body to comfort him and let him know that this was okay.
"Don't overthink it too much. I know what to expect. If I think you're going to hurt me, I'll let you know." After only a small pause he added, "Though I'm not one to shy away from a little bit of pain."
Sam listens intently at Cyril's words, letting his fingers continue to press and circle the tight ring of muscle. Even though he says it is okay, it still doesn't comfort him all that much. But stopping isn't much of a choice right now. Not that he wants to, and Sam has a feeling that if he did try, Cyril might jump him to get what he wants. He smiles with some amusement at that image.
At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.
Cyril's hips push up a bit to make it easier for Sam to push in a bit deeper. He groans deep in his throat. There is some burn, but not enough to stop him from groaning a bit in pleasure.
He bites his lower lip and leans a bit against the tree. He's practiced enough that he can relax to make this process a little faster, but he still doesn't want to rush too much. He desperately doesn't want Sam's first experience to be a poor one.
Sam honestly wishes he could see about now. He's well and good at feeling things out, but visual ques would certainly help in this.
He works slow, stopping from time to time when he feels Cyril tense up at certain points, then continuing when the Elf groans and insistently pushes his hips back. Having to concentrate on this has calmed him down a lot. Enough so that he can think and isn't desperate to reach the end.
Leaning forward, Sam presses his nose to Cyril's shoulder and kisses it lightly. "Doing alright?"
Cyril hums happily as he is nuzzled. "Yes," he mutters softly. His voice sounds just a little strained. He loves that affection against his ear though. It sends pleasure throughout his body. "Yes. You can... you can do a little more. We'll get to the main event soon."
Sam hums back, thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound very convincing you know." Regardless, he does what Cyril wishes and adds another finger. He is getting used to the motion, but the sensations are still rather strange to him.
"Is there a reason you feel the need to rush?" Sam is genuinely curious. He is too familiar with having things done fast, but that was always hands and mouths, working quickly before getting caught. Not that he wants this to go on all night, but the idea that there is a time limit worries him.
Cyril groans a bit more and grips the trunk hard. "Maybe I... Maybe I just want your beautiful cock inside of me," he replied, turning it around from being concerned for his well being to talking bluntly and dirty. It was a little much but he could handle it. He'd done things harder and faster before.
Sam raises a brow at the mention of his cock and beautiful being in the same sentence. That was a first. He does find himself blushing at it, but the words still don't convince him. Cyril might be good at this, but Sam's good at listening to others, not just with what they say.
Sam hums again in understanding though and continues, still using the signs Cyril's body is giving to figure out when to slow down and when to press. Feeling a bit more comfortable with everything he moves forward to nip at Cyril's ear, remembering it getting a pretty good reaction before.
That mouth on his ear makes him arch his back and groan a bit. "Seems... that you've discovered a weakness of mine," he teases a bit. His voice is low and breathy. He sounds like all he wants to do is melt into the feeling of what Sam is doing to him. Having something in him while Sam teases his ear actually serves to drive him a little crazy and makes the process of getting him ready much easier.
"I'll have to trust you to keep it to yourself..."
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."
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Date: 2015-10-14 04:34 am (UTC)"Too close?" he asks after a moment. "We could start getting ready for a bit more."
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Date: 2015-10-14 05:21 am (UTC)His body shudders when Cyril finally pulls back, and a groan leaves his lips, already missing the wet heat around his erection. "Maker preserve me..." he gasps as he lets go of Cyril's hair to lean back against the tree.
At the question, Sam nods dumbly. It takes him a moment through the continued stroking to realize that even with his better eyesight, Cyril might not have seen his response. "Y-yeah. You've a truly talented tongue." He chuckles at that, only to moan a moment later at a particular long stroke.
"If you keep stroking me like that I might not be ready for more." Reaching down Sam lightly grips Cyril's wrist and forces him to stop. "Now what?"
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Date: 2015-10-15 02:35 am (UTC)He hurried to pull down everything he was wearing below the waist and then reaches for Sam's hand. "I'm going to put your fingers in my mouth and get them pretty coated. I want you to use it to put those fingers inside me. You'll feel me start to open up and I'll let you know when I'm ready."
He didn't really give Sam a lot of time to respond before he took Sam's hand and started to do just what he had said. He rushed only in the sense that he didn't want the dampness to dry up, but he was also very liberal while he coated Sam's fingers with his spit. He only pulled back when he thought it was enough and then shifted his body so that his his were pushed up and legs spread.
"Let me know if you need more direction," he said, and despite how casual he had been, he wasn't teasing now. He understood that Sam wasn't very experienced and wanted to do his part to make this easier for them both.
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Date: 2015-10-15 05:48 am (UTC)Everything seems to go quickly from that point, from Cyril tossing out instructions, to sucking his fingers, then positioning himself to be prepared. The entire exchange has allowed him to calm down a bit, but at the same time Sam feels like he's just walked through a twister.
"You're lucky I'm a good listener and a fast learner." Technically he knows what he has to do from what others in the Circle have told him, he's just never done it, and theory is always different than practice.
Hesitantly Sam brings his hands up to feel out Cyril's ass, being mindful not to wipe off the spit that Cyril has supplied, and then pressing his fingers lightly at his hole. Sam stills at that moment. "Shouldn't we have... some oil or something for this?"
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Date: 2015-10-15 05:59 am (UTC)He really knew that wasn't too alluring a way to say that, but it seemed better than being too blunt. He reached behind himself and put a hand on Sam's body to comfort him and let him know that this was okay.
"Don't overthink it too much. I know what to expect. If I think you're going to hurt me, I'll let you know." After only a small pause he added, "Though I'm not one to shy away from a little bit of pain."
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Date: 2015-10-15 06:18 am (UTC)At hearing Cyril groan again and press insistently back into his hand, Sam sighs and focuses on what he needs to do. Slowly, Sam presses a finger into Cyril. It feels... odd. Different. He continues on when Cyril doesn't show signs of being hurt.
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Date: 2015-10-16 04:34 am (UTC)He bites his lower lip and leans a bit against the tree. He's practiced enough that he can relax to make this process a little faster, but he still doesn't want to rush too much. He desperately doesn't want Sam's first experience to be a poor one.
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Date: 2015-10-16 04:56 am (UTC)He works slow, stopping from time to time when he feels Cyril tense up at certain points, then continuing when the Elf groans and insistently pushes his hips back. Having to concentrate on this has calmed him down a lot. Enough so that he can think and isn't desperate to reach the end.
Leaning forward, Sam presses his nose to Cyril's shoulder and kisses it lightly. "Doing alright?"
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Date: 2015-10-16 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-16 05:11 am (UTC)"Is there a reason you feel the need to rush?" Sam is genuinely curious. He is too familiar with having things done fast, but that was always hands and mouths, working quickly before getting caught. Not that he wants this to go on all night, but the idea that there is a time limit worries him.
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Date: 2015-10-16 05:26 am (UTC)Sam hums again in understanding though and continues, still using the signs Cyril's body is giving to figure out when to slow down and when to press. Feeling a bit more comfortable with everything he moves forward to nip at Cyril's ear, remembering it getting a pretty good reaction before.
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Date: 2015-10-17 02:44 am (UTC)"I'll have to trust you to keep it to yourself..."
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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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