[Cyril tilts his head and relishes the way that Dorian's mouth feels against his neck and face. He loves the way his mustache trails along his skin, enjoys the warmth of the contact.
His fingers begin working to unclasp Dorian's clothing.]
I'm afraid I'm not what I once was. [He mutters, somehow feeling a bit awkward at the idea that Dorian would see the scars on his arm.] But I would be willing to share all that's left with you.
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His fingers begin working to unclasp Dorian's clothing.]
I'm afraid I'm not what I once was. [He mutters, somehow feeling a bit awkward at the idea that Dorian would see the scars on his arm.] But I would be willing to share all that's left with you.