"Are meant to be kept, yes?" And he means to keep this one, lips already pressing to Cyril's curve of a smile. It is rare for him to find a Dalish elf so game- rarer still that he finds some of their bravado and desire for contact almost familiar. There's a comfort in that- and a new weight of expectation. Apparently he was some manner of hero.
It would not do for him to disappoint.
Limited as he might be, never let it be said he was anything but a thorough and attentive lover. As such he spends a moment trailing his hands along the fine shape of Cyril's body, tracing the softness of his skin, adding the press of his nails here and there to see how he responded. Perhaps the slow drag of his teeth against Cyril's bottom lip as he pulled away to breathe, considering his next move.
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Date: 2015-10-18 07:15 am (UTC)It would not do for him to disappoint.
Limited as he might be, never let it be said he was anything but a thorough and attentive lover. As such he spends a moment trailing his hands along the fine shape of Cyril's body, tracing the softness of his skin, adding the press of his nails here and there to see how he responded. Perhaps the slow drag of his teeth against Cyril's bottom lip as he pulled away to breathe, considering his next move.