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Arrival at Skyhold, the Deft Hands of the Dalish

[ombranera]

(ooc: continued from here)

"I mean to be very," He let his fingers drift back enough to brush against Cyril's earlobe, voice dropping lower still, all velvety promise. "...distracting."

Now it was safe enough to slip his other hand to the small of Cyril's back and pull him in, not so much to be obscene, more to tease. To promise. "Where do you have in mind, Tesoro?"

[samahl]

Cyril has to take a moment to breathe after that touch on his ear. He thought about suggesting the camp he was sleeping at, but his clan mates tended to move in and out of the area. Nothing would ruin the mood more than a family member walking in on it.

"Why don't we try to find some quiet area of the castle?" he suggested instead. He didn't really need much to enjoy himself.

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"There are a few private alcoves I noticed earlier." Not exactly for this but- forethought had to count for something. He leaned in that much more, lips trailing in a barely there touch along the curve of Cyril's jaw.

Arrival at Skyhold, Making Sweet Music, NSFW

[ombranera]

(ooc: continued from here.

Following was easy as the view? Immaculate. Gavin may not be the most graceful at times but there was something endearing about it; Zevran couldn't put his finger on why but he did not spare much time mulling it over. Not when he could admire his ass the entire walk to- wherever it was they were going.

Closing the door gave Zev the perfect opportunity to lean in, resting his hand against the wood alongside Gavin's face, thumb trailing against the tip of his ear- his bad arm he moved enough to curl his other hand around his hip. Very much in Gavin's space and more than happy to take point. "I was thinking, perhaps, of coaxing out a song, Bello."

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He should have expected it, really - Zevran hadn't exactly beaten around the bush before - why do so now? Inwardly, he was actually relieved by it. The simplicity of it. He felt himself relaxing just thinking about it, so the smile that came to his lips was both wicked and leisurely.

"Oh, good." Zevran's almost feather-light touch against Gavin's ear was making it tingle happily. "Happy coincidence, since I've been looking forward to trying to sing for you." It was lame, and he didn't care.They both knew exactly what they wanted. The words to get there were just garnish.

He slid his own arm around Zevran's waist, pulling him closer as he leaned in to take his lips.

[samahl]

Cyril tilted his head a bit to expose more of his jaw and neck, welcoming the attention. He had the feeling that he'd really like this encounter.

"Lead the way," he said.

[ombranera]

It was cute. Zevran did not often find himself faced with cute. How refreshing! Leaning further into Gavin was as easy as though they were old, familiar lovers- it was a dance he knew well and in leading he took only a moment to gauge what was and what wasn't to his partner's liking. If resting his hand along Gavin's jaw was permitted, if he would be allowed to control the depth of the kiss, if the idle press and leisurely glide did more for him or if the light drag of teeth earned any sultry shivers.

They had time enough for him to test everything. Why rush?

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Oh, an invitation? It would be rude to ignore it. His lips trailed downward, brushing along the low thrum of Cyril's pulse. "Mhmm."

A nip. The barest scrape of his teeth before he leaned away, disengaging entirely to turn and walk to the edge of the camp, eyes heated over his shoulder. "Coming?"

[slipshot]

He was well, well, out of his depth. He was aware of it, but it was actually more reassurring than embarrassing. After all, it wasn't as if he was completely new to the subject either, but the ease with which Zevran deepened the kiss, that graze of teeth on his lip-

It made him think of showing off his skills with a bow to a teacher as a child.

Humbling, but not ungratifying. He chuckled against Zevran's lips as they did indeed bring shudders down his spine. "You are unfairly good at that," He accused in a quiet groan, his grip on Zevran's hip tightening.

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"So I have been told." He murmured, lips just barely brushing Gavin's skin. "I take it you liked that, mm? The idea of teeth. Would you like them elsewhere, I wonder..."

Not that he waited for so much as a word from Gavin before he used his hand to angle his head slightly up and to the side, baring the side of his neck for a slow trail of nibbling kisses. Until he knew better? Light would be the way to go. Besides. This was merely the overture.

[samahl]

"I certainly hope so," Cyril replied as he moved to follow Zevran. He openly enjoyed the view.

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"More than once, perhaps." He crackled a laugh as he led the way, weaving a path to one of the aforementioned private alcoves. Leaning back against the wall to watch Cyril's approach, he began loosening the laces at the neck of his shirt to reveal the first curls of his tattoo.

[samahl]

Cyril was pretty impressed by that line and wondered why he hadn't thought of it first. He was also far too pleased at the sight that came to him when he came around to join Zevran.

His eyes took in the ink that lined Zevran's neck before he leaned closer. He reached up to help Zevran out of his shirt and pressed his mouth against the decorated skin. He licked and nipped along it, enjoying every moment of exposing Zevran's skin.

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Shirt off all the more of his tattoos were exposed, curling around his torso, the length of his arms and vanishing in a sensuous line under the waistband of his trousers. The only interruption a bandage about his shoulder and his ribs. "Mind those, if you would. I have no desire to revisit the healer."

That said- he was all for enjoying this to the fullest, hands skating along Cyril's ribs to find their way under his shirt, arching against his lips. "Eager, are we Tesoro?"

[samahl]

Cyril only pauses briefly when he sees the wounds and then mostly to take stock of them so he can be careful not to accidentally hurt Zevran.

Cyril himself is almost entirely wound and scar free. He pulls up to help Zevran pull off his clothes. "For someone as handsome and charming as you?" he asks, smiling. "Why wait?"

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"Why indeed?" So much unmarked skin- for a moment he considers Cyril's possible age and shakes off the concern. He is old enough, he is consenting, he is utterly gorgeous. Why worry? Right now he's far more interested in sliding his hands along that pale skin and reveling in the contrast. "How is it that you are so fair? I would have thought you to have spent most of your life in the sun."

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Cyril chuckles a bit, as if at a private joke. "Very carefully," he admitted after a moment. "I'm afraid I'm a little more vain that any one else in my clan. But it serves me well." He spreads a hand over the uninjured part of Zevran's stomach. "When it allows me to see and touch someone as fine as you." Then, after a moment. "I'm afraid I never got your name, nor gave you mind. I'm Cyril of Clan Ashara." Cyril also isn't a Dalish name but he still seems proud of it.

[ombranera]

Clan Ashara- that was familiar. Did he not meet several someones of that same clan earlier in this day?

Did he not seduce one of them as well?

For a moment he was puzzled- then of course the flat of Cyril's hand brushed across an old scar on his stomach, skin rendered sensitive to the contact. "Mmm...Zevran Arainai. A pleasure to meet you, Cyril."

A pleasure to have him as well. He cradles the side of Cyril's face in one hand, tugging him in for a thorough kiss.

[samahl]

Cyril returns the kiss, because it's too distracting not too, but he pulls back from it quickly. He really needs to make sure he heard that right.

"Zevran Arainai? As in, the elf who helped the Hero of Ferelden stop the Fifth Blight?"

He stares. "How is it that you are even more handsome than I imagined?"

[ombranera]

There they were, all the better to really get into it and-

Oh. He knew him?

What is it about their clan that they know of him and possibly imagined him? It's flattering but- Dalish from the Marches. "Clearly I have been spending my time in the wrong country, for you to be dreaming of me elsewhere."

[samahl]

Cyril smiles at that, though the grin has taken on a more boyish tone now. Less all about the seduction and more about being excited.

"There aren't many heroic elves in stories," he points out after a moment. He came a little closer then, worried that talking about 'growing up' with stories of the Fifth Blight might make him seem too young. He was just barely a teenager when the Fifth Blight took place.

Instead of talking about that, though, he puts his arm around Zevran and nuzzles his neck again. "You can tell me all about it later, after we've had our fill of each other."

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Ah, a fan. It's been some time since he's seduced a fan- of course ten years ago all he need do is smile and he had his lap filled with lovely, grateful women and handsome, strapping men. A hero's touch, they'd said. He'd wondered if they cared that his hands were more stained with blood than gilded with gold.

Which of course brings to mind the mental image of Cyril in all his fair, vain glory arching whilst painted with red or gold. With skin as pale as his? it would stand out. Would that he had the time...well. They do have plenty of time and he did have that one salve to soften scars that went on crimson. What to do about the gold, though... "And I do mean to have my fill of you, Tesoro. Someone so fine and so fair deserves a proper ravishing."

Were his arm not in such a state- this is where he would sweep Cyril off his feet and up onto the nearest ledge. As his arm IS in a delicate state- he settles for sweeping him low by tugging him close and bearing down to the soft nest of pillows he may or may not have set up earlier with the intent of sleeping here after he'd set his traps.

[samahl]

Cyril helps by angling his legs and body weight to make it easier for Zevran to move him around. He doesn't make a big show of it or bring much attention to the injury. The point is to make things as seamless and painless as possible.

He settles on the pillows and grins up at Zevran. "Promises, promises," he teases a bit. He likes the idea of a proper ravishing and really is just teasing Zevran as a casual way of making sure he knows there are no protests to that idea.

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"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.

[samahl]

It's very easy for Cyril to be responsive to Zevran's attention. He's careful to bite his lip to stop him from making noises that are too loud. He doesn't want to attract attention from anyone who happens to be passing by. Still, he groans softly any time that Zevran scratches or bites him lightly. That sort of claiming only makes things more memorable for him.

He also openly touches Zevran. He's still careful to avoid the injury, but he lets his hands trail over Zevran's good arm, back, and his face. His fingers eventually end up touching Zevran's hair.