[As Taashath explained his hearing loss, Cyril focused entirely on his face for a moment, making sure his mouth was angled in a way that Taas could see. He wasn't about to act like he pitied that disability, but he filed away the information to make sure that he kept it in mind every time he spoke from now on.]
Tap you twice, understood. [Even that he kept the same tone and same expression, just slowed down a hint to make it easier for Taas to read his lips.]
[Whatever he might have said after that, though, was completely forgotten by the invitation to open his trousers. His hands were careful as he exposed Taas. He was entirely too open with stroking his hands over Taas as he did it too.
That still didn't stop his eyes from widening once he got a look at Taas.]
You weren't kidding... [He says, looking up at Taas again so that his face was angled up.]
[There's a giggle as Taas carries Pel into her room. Being carried makes her feel light as air, with the weight of her responsibility left behind. Being manhandled does that kind of thing, she supposes.]
My bed is the one on the floor. [It's a mattress, at least. A mattress and blankets.]
[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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[As Taashath explained his hearing loss, Cyril focused entirely on his face for a moment, making sure his mouth was angled in a way that Taas could see. He wasn't about to act like he pitied that disability, but he filed away the information to make sure that he kept it in mind every time he spoke from now on.]
Tap you twice, understood. [Even that he kept the same tone and same expression, just slowed down a hint to make it easier for Taas to read his lips.]
[Whatever he might have said after that, though, was completely forgotten by the invitation to open his trousers. His hands were careful as he exposed Taas. He was entirely too open with stroking his hands over Taas as he did it too.
That still didn't stop his eyes from widening once he got a look at Taas.]
You weren't kidding... [He says, looking up at Taas again so that his face was angled up.]
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My bed is the one on the floor. [It's a mattress, at least. A mattress and blankets.]
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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.
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