[Taas deepens the kiss, letting Sam get nice and breathless before the qunari finally breaks it. Smiling, he gently turns the mage around so that he is facing Cyril, before he goes back to tasting that skin. His mouth is hot against the strong muscle underneath, wandering down Sam's neck and to his shoulder.
The warrior's large hands travels down to Sam's chest, finding ways into the healer's shirt so he can run skilled fingers over the skin there. Tracing the lines of his pecs, ghosting over a nipple.]
Look at Cyril, Sam. The heat in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks. He thinks you look hot like this.
[He chuckles softly near the human's ear and then nips the curve of it - not pointed like his own and Cyril's.]
Whenever you want to stop, you can tell him. He'll tell me.
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[Taas deepens the kiss, letting Sam get nice and breathless before the qunari finally breaks it. Smiling, he gently turns the mage around so that he is facing Cyril, before he goes back to tasting that skin. His mouth is hot against the strong muscle underneath, wandering down Sam's neck and to his shoulder.
The warrior's large hands travels down to Sam's chest, finding ways into the healer's shirt so he can run skilled fingers over the skin there. Tracing the lines of his pecs, ghosting over a nipple.]
Look at Cyril, Sam. The heat in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks. He thinks you look hot like this.
[He chuckles softly near the human's ear and then nips the curve of it - not pointed like his own and Cyril's.]
Whenever you want to stop, you can tell him. He'll tell me.