[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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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.]