[Cyril wants to reassure Dorian. To describe even a tiny fraction of how much these moments they share means to him, but to do so feels like exposing something delicate, that could easily break if taken the wrong way.
Instead, he just sort of hums in a noncommittal way and then focuses instead of kissing and touching Dorian.
Sex is always easier for him than expressing his emotions.]
[ 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. ]
[Cyril doesn't seem inclined to rush either. A joy of doing this repeatedly is that he gets to take his time and fully enjoy Dorian's body. When they make it to the bed he takes his time tasting as much of Dorian as he can as he wants to use his mouth to draw out as much pleasure from Dorian as he can.
The point of this was to soothe his loneliness and nothing does that better than letting himself enjoy the lines of Dorian's form. He's beautiful, and everything that Cyril does shows how lovely he thinks Dorian is.]
[ Dorian has no qualms about letting Cyril know how much he's enjoying the attention. Of course he basks in it, because even if it's just sex, it's in the company of someone he has a great deal of fun with.
His hands move to touch whatever part of Cyril he can reach, even if it's simply running his fingers through that short white hair. It's remarkably soft. ]
[Cyril enjoys another night of fully enjoying Dorian's body and company.
In the end, he feels comforted in ways he hadn't thought possible, and he ends up curled up against Dorian's body. He's quiet for a moment, just enjoying the closeness.]
[ His arm curls around Cyril languidly, humming in response. ]
As am I, though it's rather hard not to enjoy myself in such stunning company.
[ Dorian allows himself to come down from that post-coital buzz, simply enjoying the quiet atmosphere. Were he another person entirely, this moment would probably be considered cherished. Their arrangement works. Mutual release without complication.. Or so he tells himself. ]
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Instead, he just sort of hums in a noncommittal way and then focuses instead of kissing and touching Dorian.
Sex is always easier for him than expressing his emotions.]
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His own hands roam Cryril's body languidly, not in any particular rush. ]
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The point of this was to soothe his loneliness and nothing does that better than letting himself enjoy the lines of Dorian's form. He's beautiful, and everything that Cyril does shows how lovely he thinks Dorian is.]
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His hands move to touch whatever part of Cyril he can reach, even if it's simply running his fingers through that short white hair. It's remarkably soft. ]
i am gonna ftb again., if that's cool?
In the end, he feels comforted in ways he hadn't thought possible, and he ends up curled up against Dorian's body. He's quiet for a moment, just enjoying the closeness.]
I am glad you came over today...
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As am I, though it's rather hard not to enjoy myself in such stunning company.
[ Dorian allows himself to come down from that post-coital buzz, simply enjoying the quiet atmosphere. Were he another person entirely, this moment would probably be considered cherished. Their arrangement works. Mutual release without complication.. Or so he tells himself. ]
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That's my line.