[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.
[Breathless and a bit dazed from the kiss, Sam complies with turning around easily, though he pauses when his eyes spot Cyril. Not because he had forgotten the elf was there, but rather at the intensity that Cyril was watching them. It's enough of a distraction that when Taas continues his exploration, Sam cannot help but groan, immediately biting his lip at how loud it had been.
The mouth on his neck, hands under his shirt, and the words in his ear only make the mage shiver and lean into the touches more, gasping lightly when it's followed up by a warm mouth nipping at his ear. It's enough to make Sam's eyes try to close at the sensations, but instead they stay half lidded, continuing to watch Cyril back as Taas had instructed. It's such a different feeling, being touched as he was and having someone just watch.]
Don't be embarrassed. [Cyril says at the way that Sam bites his lip to choke his moans. His eyes are still focused intensely on the two of them, and the way that Taas explores Sam's skin.
After a moment, he starts to shrug off some of his own clothes, they feel too tight and too hot.]
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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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The mouth on his neck, hands under his shirt, and the words in his ear only make the mage shiver and lean into the touches more, gasping lightly when it's followed up by a warm mouth nipping at his ear. It's enough to make Sam's eyes try to close at the sensations, but instead they stay half lidded, continuing to watch Cyril back as Taas had instructed. It's such a different feeling, being touched as he was and having someone just watch.]
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After a moment, he starts to shrug off some of his own clothes, they feel too tight and too hot.]
He can't hear you, and I love the way you sound.