[Watching bruises from teeth and lips bloom prettily on that pale skin was a delight, and he runs his hands up over the elf's slim chest, feeling the twitch and the vibrations of Cyril's pleasure underneath his fingers. Definitely a favorite, and it made up for the loss of moans and cries.
The way he pushes against him, eager for it - the elf was gorgeous before, but right now he was stunning.
He finds a nipple with those slightly chapped lips, and he closes his mouth around it with a hint of teeth to tease. Taas was curiously testing out what Cyril liked and didn't like, one hand sliding under the elf's rear both to steady him and to squeeze a pert little cheek.]
Climb up a bit more. Sit on my shoulders and I'll suck you.
[He whispers near a pointed ear with amusement in his voice, nipping at the very tip.]
[Cyril doesn't need to be instructed twice. He wants that mouth on him as much as Taas will allow. He uses the qunari's body as leverage to get his body higher. He climbs up and rests his legs on Taas's shoulders.
His hands reach out and grip Taas's horns to keep his balance. He's careful not to grip them too tightly as his hands spread a bit over them.]
[With how small Cyril was and his elven flexibility, it wasn't hard to maneuver the man just where Taas wanted him, seated nice and secure on his shoulders while leaned to the wall. A pleased sound left the qunari as the elf grasped at his horns, feeling the weight transferred to where the bone met his skull. Comforting, almost.
He's more than eager to just jump into it, but those nice pale legs were irresistible, and he moves Cyril closer, laving a hot tongue and sharp teeth against the curve of one inner thigh, his stubble and one pointed ear tickling at the other.
Taashath's rough hands keep busy underneath, mapping out the expanse of that pert ass and spreading it a bit to run scarred fingers down the cleft. It's quite irresistible, but he's more concentrated on seeing - and feeling - what Cyril liked.
He leaves another bruising flower blooming on that pretty skin before he leans in to finally push his flat nose against that beautiful cock, breathing in Cyril's scent with a content hum low in his chest. Then, slowly, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the slit before sinking down his lips around the hard flesh.]
[The sensation of Taashath's strong jaw and stubble against his inner leg sends thrills through Cyril's body.
As far as what he likes, he enjoys the bruising that Taas leaves on his pale skin. The sharp pain that leaves them there makes him groan and cling a bit to Taashath's horns.
When he's touched his hips shift a bit into the touch, careful not to dislodge himself but clearly showing that he enjoyed being touched by those thick fingers.
Then Taas's face is between his legs, against his cock, and it responds eagerly. His fingers stay on the Qunari's horns, enjoying the sensations moving though his body.]
[That clinging is lovely and he so wishes he could hear the elf groan. Instead he just keeps his attention to that pretty cock between the pale thighs, sliding it deeper into his mouth with a content sigh.
He can't quite help it, it's just too damn good to have his hands on this gorgeous elf with such eager movements and pretty smiles.
Pulling back a bit so his mouth isn't full with hot flesh and silky skin, Taas looks up at Cyril for a moment and then leans the elf a bit back so he could move lower to mouth hungry kisses at his sac and slide a tongue down underneath.
Opening these little elves took a while, so he could always start it with some fun before fingers. It might mean bending Cyril over a bit, but that's what horns were for.
[And holding on seemed to be something that Cyril was all to eager to do. As Taashath works to open him, he bends as needed and keeps himself steady by keeping his grip on those horns. He enjoys touching them even more than he can really admit. It helps that he's flexible and
Having so much attention from such a large form is enough to make Cyril feel like he could live his entire life like this and feel content.
He does what he can to make things easier for Taas by shifting his weight when needed and moving to give him more access. His body responded easily and he found himself enjoying the process of being prepared almost as much as he thought he'd enjoy whatever came next.]
[The warrior has to admit he kind of feels like he could live out his life like this, too. Pretty as fuck man in his arms, grabbing on to his horns while he opened him up with his tongue and eager fingers? There was little that could top that, honestly.
Well, maybe one or two things.
If the elf wanted that, however, he needed Cyril much more relaxed and some generous amounts of oil before they could go any further. Spit and an eager tongue only worked so far with such a little body, after all. Withdrawing a bit, he slid his face back to that pretty (and distracting) crotch.]
You want me to get you off like this, or do you want me to fuck you?
[Either worked for him, it just needed different approaches. Looking up to see that hot face, he moves a hand to lazily stroke Cyril's cock while waiting for the answer.
[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.
[Cyril looked up at Taas and felt far too comforted by the way it
felt to be pinned by him. His gaze lowered just a bit when there was moment
and then he focused up at the qunari. He had massage oils from when he had
been offering to give massages around Skyhold, but he wasn't sure if his
gear still had any left.
He guested a bit to the pile of his belongings.] I might have some
left.
[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.]
[Cyril is good at following commands when it comes to sex. He stays put and watches Taashath's body with real hunger in his face.
Then he's pressed up against the wall again. Those large hands are on him and those fingers are in him. Even just the finger is thick and wonderful and makes Cyril groan in pleasure. He tries to figure out some way to let Taas know that he enjoys that touch, since he knows his groans can't be heard.
He grips onto Taashath's body instead, fingers pressing in and gripping onto him to steady the position and angle his body in a way that allows those fingers to find it easier to explore his body.]
[There's an approving rumble from the big qunari as he slides the finger deeper and moves it slightly, coaxing muscles to relax around him. Cyril takes it well and he moves so nicely, clinging to him in a way that is making Taas even harder underneath him. He wishes he could hear him, of course, but the way he grips on to him and the way his body curves is a damn good exchange for the moans.
As a reward for how well Cyril took his finger, he crooks it a bit inside the elf, the pad sliding against the inner walls to push against the prostate. The little pale man would need to relax damn well before he would be able to take Taas, after all, so why not tease him into a nice, needy state?]
[Cyril's entire body responds to that as he curves a bit into the touch. He closes his eyes and focuses on just letting himself enjoy the touch. He wants to be ready for Taas too, and that means letting himself relax and enjoy what that finger is doing to him. It's much easier than he would have thought, as he is almost desperate to take Taas in.]
[He takes his time to stretch and ready the elf, not adding another big finger until the muscles are nice and loose around him already. The oil was going to run out if he kept it up for too long... but he didn't want to hurt Cyril.
Zevran had only taken him in after an orgasm loosening him, after all, and took all of it by pure stubbornness. No matter how much he wanted to take the elf, they were doing this properly.
Scissoring the fingers to spread him further, Taas bends his neck to suck little red marks down Cyril's chest, flicking a large, hot tongue over a nipple with a low groan.]
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The way he pushes against him, eager for it - the elf was gorgeous before, but right now he was stunning.
He finds a nipple with those slightly chapped lips, and he closes his mouth around it with a hint of teeth to tease. Taas was curiously testing out what Cyril liked and didn't like, one hand sliding under the elf's rear both to steady him and to squeeze a pert little cheek.]
Climb up a bit more. Sit on my shoulders and I'll suck you.
[He whispers near a pointed ear with amusement in his voice, nipping at the very tip.]
You look good enough to eat.
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His hands reach out and grip Taas's horns to keep his balance. He's careful not to grip them too tightly as his hands spread a bit over them.]
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He's more than eager to just jump into it, but those nice pale legs were irresistible, and he moves Cyril closer, laving a hot tongue and sharp teeth against the curve of one inner thigh, his stubble and one pointed ear tickling at the other.
Taashath's rough hands keep busy underneath, mapping out the expanse of that pert ass and spreading it a bit to run scarred fingers down the cleft. It's quite irresistible, but he's more concentrated on seeing - and feeling - what Cyril liked.
He leaves another bruising flower blooming on that pretty skin before he leans in to finally push his flat nose against that beautiful cock, breathing in Cyril's scent with a content hum low in his chest. Then, slowly, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the slit before sinking down his lips around the hard flesh.]
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As far as what he likes, he enjoys the bruising that Taas leaves on his pale skin. The sharp pain that leaves them there makes him groan and cling a bit to Taashath's horns.
When he's touched his hips shift a bit into the touch, careful not to dislodge himself but clearly showing that he enjoyed being touched by those thick fingers.
Then Taas's face is between his legs, against his cock, and it responds eagerly. His fingers stay on the Qunari's horns, enjoying the sensations moving though his body.]
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He can't quite help it, it's just too damn good to have his hands on this gorgeous elf with such eager movements and pretty smiles.
Pulling back a bit so his mouth isn't full with hot flesh and silky skin, Taas looks up at Cyril for a moment and then leans the elf a bit back so he could move lower to mouth hungry kisses at his sac and slide a tongue down underneath.
Opening these little elves took a while, so he could always start it with some fun before fingers. It might mean bending Cyril over a bit, but that's what horns were for.
Holding on.]
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Having so much attention from such a large form is enough to make Cyril feel like he could live his entire life like this and feel content.
He does what he can to make things easier for Taas by shifting his weight when needed and moving to give him more access. His body responded easily and he found himself enjoying the process of being prepared almost as much as he thought he'd enjoy whatever came next.]
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Well, maybe one or two things.
If the elf wanted that, however, he needed Cyril much more relaxed and some generous amounts of oil before they could go any further. Spit and an eager tongue only worked so far with such a little body, after all. Withdrawing a bit, he slid his face back to that pretty (and distracting) crotch.]
You want me to get you off like this, or do you want me to fuck you?
[Either worked for him, it just needed different approaches. Looking up to see that hot face, he moves a hand to lazily stroke Cyril's cock while waiting for the answer.
He didn't need to be completely fair, after all.]
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I want you to fuck me. I've wanted you to fuck me since I saw you.
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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.
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[Cyril looked up at Taas and felt far too comforted by the way it felt to be pinned by him. His gaze lowered just a bit when there was moment and then he focused up at the qunari. He had massage oils from when he had been offering to give massages around Skyhold, but he wasn't sure if his gear still had any left.
He guested a bit to the pile of his belongings.] I might have some left.
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[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.]
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Then he's pressed up against the wall again. Those large hands are on him and those fingers are in him. Even just the finger is thick and wonderful and makes Cyril groan in pleasure. He tries to figure out some way to let Taas know that he enjoys that touch, since he knows his groans can't be heard.
He grips onto Taashath's body instead, fingers pressing in and gripping onto him to steady the position and angle his body in a way that allows those fingers to find it easier to explore his body.]
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As a reward for how well Cyril took his finger, he crooks it a bit inside the elf, the pad sliding against the inner walls to push against the prostate. The little pale man would need to relax damn well before he would be able to take Taas, after all, so why not tease him into a nice, needy state?]
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Zevran had only taken him in after an orgasm loosening him, after all, and took all of it by pure stubbornness. No matter how much he wanted to take the elf, they were doing this properly.
Scissoring the fingers to spread him further, Taas bends his neck to suck little red marks down Cyril's chest, flicking a large, hot tongue over a nipple with a low groan.]