[I am yours, he says, as if that doesn't somehow shift the fabric of Cyril's world. But those are feelings and he doesn't particularly want to dwell on feelings when he has a beautiful man offering up himself.
So he chuckles, and shifts to get them both into a more comfortable position.]
Careful, now that you've offered I may never want to stop.
[He says it in a way that sounds like "I'll never want to stop fucking you" rather than anything syrupy. There's a purr in his voice as he undeniably looks forward to exploring every inch of Dorian's skin.
The rest of their night together they spend doing just that. Cyril takes his time so that he can draw out the exploration and the pleasure.
By the time they are finished both are stated and sweaty and Cyril is long past worrying about anything other than how wonderful Dorian feels and how lovely he looks when he's undone.
Eventually, though, the pleasure fades into satisfaction and they have to figure out what to do next.]
[ Cyril certainly knows what he's doing, and Dorian has no problem losing himself in the pleasure. Time passes almost in a blur, and he lies there next to Cyril in the afterglow, limbs like jelly and feeling sated. He'll allow himself a bit before dressing and returning to his ship, the atmosphere is quite lovely in the moment.
Dorian stretches his limbs with a happy sigh, before running a hand through his hair to attempt pushing it into place. Rather a lost cause, really, as it flops back across his forehead. He huffs, looking at his bedmate with a scowl that has little heat to it. ]
You've put me in quite a state, I hope you're aware.
[ He's absolutely not cross in the least. Dorian, at the very least, uses his fingers to brush his mustache back into place. He has to have some form of control, doesn't he? ]
[Cyril hums as he settles into the kiss, and moves his good arm around Dorian's body, wanting to hold onto something. Now that the sex has faded into afterglow he's left with a heart too full of some kind of emotion he can't name.
When they pull away he looks up at Dorian with admiration in his eyes. He doesn't speak or move just yet and simply takes the moment to enjoy the man he's with.]
[ He is more than happy to continue kissing at a lazy pace until Cyril gets tired. It's always difficult to gauge what his partner will wish to do afterward. This is by far one of the more enjoyable moments. ]
So long as I hold the proper first and second place for your attentions, I hardly see the problem which order it is in.
[ The smile slips somewhat, giving way to genuine surprise that Cyril wants to continue seeing him. Of course, he's continued seeing others, in the Fleet, even.. but this one takes him by surprise. Someone else from Thedas having no qualms bedding a Tevinter mage. He understands that Cyril knows him in his own timeline, but it's a bit different now. ]
I would very much like to continue. [ He keeps the desperate tone from his voice. They're casual friends with benefits, of course, he doesn't want to be the clingy type, it's unbecoming. ]
[Usually, Cyril would make a joke about that depending on how handsome the hero was, but his mind doesn't even really go there right away. Probably because of how satisfied he is with the company he has now.]
We should have some wine. And maybe a shower. Pity baths aren't a thing out in space.
[Despite saying it, he doesn't seem inclined to move.]
[ Dorian is feeling particularly sated, and he moves to prop himself up on an elbow and moves no further. From there, he can appreciate the elf he has in bed and at least think about moving. A shower is brought up, and it's really a marvelous idea. He sighs wistfully and sits up. ]
A bath does sound marvelous.. I find it surprising your own ship doesn't happen to have one- despite how much water it takes to keep heated.
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So he chuckles, and shifts to get them both into a more comfortable position.]
Careful, now that you've offered I may never want to stop.
[He says it in a way that sounds like "I'll never want to stop fucking you" rather than anything syrupy. There's a purr in his voice as he undeniably looks forward to exploring every inch of Dorian's skin.
The rest of their night together they spend doing just that. Cyril takes his time so that he can draw out the exploration and the pleasure.
By the time they are finished both are stated and sweaty and Cyril is long past worrying about anything other than how wonderful Dorian feels and how lovely he looks when he's undone.
Eventually, though, the pleasure fades into satisfaction and they have to figure out what to do next.]
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Dorian stretches his limbs with a happy sigh, before running a hand through his hair to attempt pushing it into place. Rather a lost cause, really, as it flops back across his forehead. He huffs, looking at his bedmate with a scowl that has little heat to it. ]
You've put me in quite a state, I hope you're aware.
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That was my goal, yes.
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[ He's absolutely not cross in the least. Dorian, at the very least, uses his fingers to brush his mustache back into place. He has to have some form of control, doesn't he? ]
Who knew you had such hidden talents.
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And I very much enjoyed doing this with you.
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Did you, now? [ He closes the distance between them, kissing Cyril with no real rush to go anywhere. ]
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When they pull away he looks up at Dorian with admiration in his eyes. He doesn't speak or move just yet and simply takes the moment to enjoy the man he's with.]
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[ He is more than happy to continue kissing at a lazy pace until Cyril gets tired. It's always difficult to gauge what his partner will wish to do afterward. This is by far one of the more enjoyable moments. ]
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We should make it a regular thing. [A pause, as he realizes that it might be assuming.] Unless you'd rather we keep it once only.
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[ The smile slips somewhat, giving way to genuine surprise that Cyril wants to continue seeing him. Of course, he's continued seeing others, in the Fleet, even.. but this one takes him by surprise. Someone else from Thedas having no qualms bedding a Tevinter mage. He understands that Cyril knows him in his own timeline, but it's a bit different now. ]
I would very much like to continue. [ He keeps the desperate tone from his voice. They're casual friends with benefits, of course, he doesn't want to be the clingy type, it's unbecoming. ]
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You are an adventure worth repeat visits.
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You'd be a very rich man, I'd imagine.
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[ He sighs contentedly, resting his forehead against Cyril's. ]
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And you'd be able to get the good wine. That's very important.
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[ After a few moments, he eases himself back onto his side, using Cyril's shoulder as as a pillow. ]
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If only we could find Antivan things out here.
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We should have some wine. And maybe a shower. Pity baths aren't a thing out in space.
[Despite saying it, he doesn't seem inclined to move.]
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A bath does sound marvelous.. I find it surprising your own ship doesn't happen to have one- despite how much water it takes to keep heated.
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