[ The exposed arm makes him frown, but not from the lack of limb. The scarring looks painful, and he gently brushes the tips of his fingers over the ruined skin before placing a reverent kiss there. His hands trail down Cyril's sides as he makes his way to the elf's lips once more. He runs his tongue along Cyril's bottom lip, seeking to deepen their kiss and taste him.
He helps work himself out of his own clothing, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. Dorian can't help but appreciate Cyril's body- he is lean muscle, light skin, and bright eyes. It's hard not to appreciate his beauty. Only when there is need for breath does Dorian pull away, only to speak lowly against his ear, nipping lightly. ]
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He helps work himself out of his own clothing, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. Dorian can't help but appreciate Cyril's body- he is lean muscle, light skin, and bright eyes. It's hard not to appreciate his beauty. Only when there is need for breath does Dorian pull away, only to speak lowly against his ear, nipping lightly. ]
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