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[fantachetic]

If that was the only thing I thought you wanted from me, we would skip the pleasantries.

[samahl]

[He smiles, touched by that idea, and then chuckles gently.] I'll probably hold you to that sometime. It sounds lovely.

[fantachetic]

My door is always open to you, of course.

[samahl]

You are almost as eager as I am. It makes me lament the time we spent on the Fleet before we began this... whatever it is that we're doing.

[Bleh. Labels. Who needs them?] It's good to know we can make up for lost time.

[fantachetic]

Precisely so. [ Who needs labels? They're just in it for the sex, right? ]

[samahl]

Speaking of...

[He moves closer, clearly wanting to go in for a kiss.]

[fantachetic]

[ Well, how can he misinterpret that? Dorian is more than happy to oblige, his hands resting on Cyril's hips. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril lets himself enjoy the kiss, drawing it out for as long as he could. He is letting himself treasure Dorian for a bit.

When he pulls away he smiles at Dorian.]

Bed?

[fantachetic]

Insatiable. [ Not that he's complaining, really. He pulls Cyril back toward the bed with him. ]

[samahl]

You're acting as if anyone could have enough of you. [He teases, certainly pleased to have Dorian pull him.]

[fantachetic]

I've been told on occasion that I can be a bit much to handle.

[ Of course, it wasn't quite the same words, but being in Tevinter, one had to learn how to read between the lines. ]

They're wrong, naturally, or at the very least have horrid taste.

[samahl]

I hope I've never given you reason to think I have horrid taste.

[He speaks as he also paws a bit at Dorian, wanting to start getting them both naked.]

[fantachetic]

[ Thankfully getting undressed isn't a complicated endeavor, today. Dorian is starting to have quite the affinity for modern clothing. He slides his hands under Cyril's shirt, traveling up his back. ]

None whatsoever.

[samahl]

Oh. Good.

[He replies with a grin, though he seems way more concerned with pulling off clothes and trailing his fingers over Dorian's skin.]

[fantachetic]

[ He won't pretend that Cyril being able to pamper him with both hands isn't ideal, though he had no problems with the man's appearance before. The temperature difference between them is subtle, but the artificial hand is a bit more cool than the other against his skin. It's delightful and makes him shiver.

As clothes are shed and more skin is at his mercy, Dorian busies himself with kissing Cyril in the spots that he recalls the elf liked best. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril clearly enjoys the touch of Dorian's mouth on him. He already knew he liked the way the moustache tickled his skin, and with the heat from the kisses he feels almost too distracted by the attention.

But there's nothing that can really take his mind off undressing Dorian once he gets started so he pulls off the rest of the clothes and chuckles lightly.]

This really is much easier now. [He means with two hands.]

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian hums, delighted. ]

Easier, yes, but no more enjoyable than it had been before.

[samahl]

Hm. I do like hearing how much you enjoy this...

[fantachetic]

What's not to enjoy about good sex?

[samahl]

[Cyril seems amused at that.] There's plenty to not enjoy with certain partners.

And repeating performances? I'm not used to that. [Then he says something a little too honest for a moment, though to be fair he is distracted by touching Dorian, enjoying his body, and how it feels to be close to him.] Maybe I'm worried you'll grow tired of me.

[fantachetic]

Repeating performances is something I'm still getting used to, myself. [ If they're having a moment of honesty, he can level with Cyril. ]

I'm certain you'll grow tired of me before that.

[samahl]

I doubt that such a thing is even remotely possible, my friend.

[fantachetic]

Everything is within the realm of possibility.

[samahl]

[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.]

[fantachetic]

[ 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. ]