He moans very softly as Zevran teases his body. "Mm. I'll share my secrets if you make it worth my while," he replies. He doesn't mean all of his secrets, of course, but the skin care ones are up for grabs if Zevran keeps up those touches with his hands and mouth.
Cyril's arms tighten a bit, tugging softly against the binds, as he resists the urge to grasp at Zevran to encourage him to touch his mouth to every inch of his skin.
"I accept your challenge, Tesoro." So responsive- Zevran's bone deep need to find lovely things and hoard them isn't entirely appropriate here- but the one to find lovely things and ruin them? Leave the gold a little tarnished, put a crack in a fine mirror? That he looses on Cyril's skin with bitten bruises and sucked love bites down the length of his torso- hands parting Cyril's thighs to make room for him as he drags his teeth ever downward.
The curve of his hip, the divot between thigh and groin- there he stops to suck in a deep, purple bruise. It takes less work than it would for most.
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i'm so sorry this is so late
Cyril's arms tighten a bit, tugging softly against the binds, as he resists the urge to grasp at Zevran to encourage him to touch his mouth to every inch of his skin.
s'awright!
The curve of his hip, the divot between thigh and groin- there he stops to suck in a deep, purple bruise. It takes less work than it would for most.