Cyril doesn't protest being picked up. If anything, he fully enjoys it. He steadies himself on the ledge. He moves his arms behind him to support himself and to give Zevran more of his skin to work him. He hums happily at the attention, enjoying the little nibbles. "Mm, Zevran," he moans.
"See? Sounds just as well as it is. But I am curious how the others would sound." Or anything that springs to mind. He nudges Cy's thighs apart, licking the skin under his navel, deft fingers curled around the base of his cock. He takes his time stroking Cy into full hardness, watching him through every shiver and sigh.
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