"Yes," Cyril responded with such breathy enthusiasm that it's impossible to mistake it for anything other than total consent. If anything he just seems all the most excited.
"Your word?" He held Cy's wrists as he pulled a length of rope from his belt, doubling it for a stable knot that he begins one handed. He would need that word before he actually bound any part of Cy.
"Word?" Cyril asked, which was a sign that he was more new to this than he let on. He knew he enjoyed things, but he hadn't been in any sort of relationship that had brought watch words in.
"Something you will say should you need me to stop. If it is said I untie you, rub ointment onto your wrists should there be chafing, and we end this with no judgement or questions asked. A safety precaution." He drops a kiss to Cy's collar, waiting for the aforementioned word. "Something you will not say on accident."
"I wouldn't say 'stop' by accident," Cyril points out, amused. He would never, ever want to say stop while Zevran was kissing him that way. "But let's use Dirthamen."
"Some enjoy pretending to struggle." He shrugs- it is not what he enjoys himself but hey. You do you. "Alright. Cross your wrists? I shall bind you, blow you, and if you are still up for it afterward, take you against the wall. Agreeable, yes?"
It will take some of the surprise out of it- but whenever ropes and words become involved and he is with a new partner he makes a point of outlining what he intends. It's not quite a full negotiation but a more acceptable shorthand for flings.
"So you say now." Zevran murmurs, nipping at the underside of Cy's jaw. Binding his wrist did not take long at all, if anything it's done quickly, simply. Several rounds of rope around each wrist and bound together, loops that he might hold onto pressed into his palms for leverage or comfort. Now, though, he sits back on his heels, hands dragging from shoulder to thigh. Admiring all that pale, bruised skin.
Cyril shifts a bit to test the bonds but not too hard. He can't help the smirk that stays on his lips as he tied up. His hips move up into the touch, enjoying the way that Zevran seems so please to touch him.
"You must tell me what you use for your skin once we are finished. I do not think I've ever met an elf with skin so soft, so fair." Let alone a Dalish elf. Surely there is some trick to this- but after. For now he draws his hands along thigh and hip, pinching at Cyril's nipples, along his ribs, creating little bruises he means to follow with his mouth.
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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Date: 2015-10-24 05:15 am (UTC)It will take some of the surprise out of it- but whenever ropes and words become involved and he is with a new partner he makes a point of outlining what he intends. It's not quite a full negotiation but a more acceptable shorthand for flings.
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Date: 2015-11-11 04:11 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-11-12 03:33 am (UTC)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.