[He keeps an eyes on the elf, making sure Cyril could reply properly and that he could read the lips. The words were a bit hard to make out, but 'fuck' and 'me' were clear enough.
Reaching up, Taas picks Cyril off his shoulders with ridiculous ease and gently puts him down in front of him. Just enough so he could press him a bit close to the wall and make him feel enveloped.]
Gonna need some oil for that, gorgeous. [He adds, giving a slight pump of his hand to his own neglected erection to remind the elf just what he was asking for.] Spit is not gonna cut it.
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Reaching up, Taas picks Cyril off his shoulders with ridiculous ease and gently puts him down in front of him. Just enough so he could press him a bit close to the wall and make him feel enveloped.]
Gonna need some oil for that, gorgeous. [He adds, giving a slight pump of his hand to his own neglected erection to remind the elf just what he was asking for.] Spit is not gonna cut it.