[It's a promise and a command in one while Taashath goes to check on the elf's belongings. Finding a vial, he studies it for a moment before he heads back to the gorgeous Dalish man.]
It's just enough.
[Gripping the pale elf by the waist, he hoists Cyril up again, pressing him up against the wall and hungrily burying his face against a shoulder, claiming the skin in kisses and bruises once more, eager to coax them both back to where they left off. Spreading those pretty legs around him so he could grasp the elf's ass, he makes sure Cyril can keep himself up while he pours a bit of oil on his thick fingers.
The next moment, he's moving the slick digits over the cleft of those pretty cheeks, pads circling his hole to spread oil and ease some of the muscles before he finally breeches Cyril with a gentle slide to the first knuckle.]
no subject
[It's a promise and a command in one while Taashath goes to check on the elf's belongings. Finding a vial, he studies it for a moment before he heads back to the gorgeous Dalish man.]
It's just enough.
[Gripping the pale elf by the waist, he hoists Cyril up again, pressing him up against the wall and hungrily burying his face against a shoulder, claiming the skin in kisses and bruises once more, eager to coax them both back to where they left off. Spreading those pretty legs around him so he could grasp the elf's ass, he makes sure Cyril can keep himself up while he pours a bit of oil on his thick fingers.
The next moment, he's moving the slick digits over the cleft of those pretty cheeks, pads circling his hole to spread oil and ease some of the muscles before he finally breeches Cyril with a gentle slide to the first knuckle.]