[ Sex is always an easy deterrent for talking about feelings. There doesn't need to be anything in it but mutual enjoyment of one another, yet it can hold a message. Neither of them would continue to do this if they weren't having a good time, at least. Dorian lets them fall into their familiar rhythm, and lets Cyril do as he'd like.
His own hands roam Cryril's body languidly, not in any particular rush. ]
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His own hands roam Cryril's body languidly, not in any particular rush. ]