[ OPEN ] Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and YOU
WHAT: Zevran's Birthday and Ardent Blossom Contest
WHEN: Forward dated to Guardian 5
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Shenanigans connected to this announcement

Someone had been a sneaky little shit, preying on Zevran's lack of familiarity with traditions and dates and the weight people tend to put on something so mundane as a 'birthday'. Someone (Alistair) had spread word and made a thing of it, despite Zevran not seeing the point nor truly wishing to cause a fuss. He had, however, decided to take a day for himself to do nothing. No fuss, no stress, no real work. A day to indulge in a few of his many hobbies. He did not know what one did on their birthday normally but here he was, sitting in the Courtyard with one of his found spoils on his head, awaiting those that paid mind to his earlier announcement. When he wasn't idly sketching whoever he saw in the courtyard he was in the Herald's rest, enjoying a quiet drink and making notes on the better stories or songs he has heard throughout the day.

Comments

[samahl]

"Something seductive, of course. Would you expect anything less of me?" Cyril asks. He's smiling in a comfortable sort of way when Zevran kisses his hand. The fingers against the cloth played a bit with the design. "Or perhaps I should try to be less predictable?"

[ombranera]

"I find myself all aquiver in anticipation either way." He presses another soft kiss, this time to the inside of Cyril's wrist- but there is no heat to it. This is idle affection, gently and sincerely given. "Now what manner of seductive thing are you imagining, mm? Or is that a surprise?"

[samahl]

Sincerely given, and sincerely received. "I want to dance for you," he replies with a smile. "I hope you enjoy it."

[ombranera]

"You will be dancing for me, Tesoro, how can I not?" Even if Cy simply wished to stand and preen for an hour, Zevran would be well pleased.

[samahl]

Cyril smirks at that and for a moment, he does preen. Then he leans down and kisses Zevran's forehead lightly before pulling away. "Wait here, and I'll get things started." He talk to the person playing the music to make sure he has a good tune to work with. The dancing he plans on doing is the type that needs a nice, seductive tone and he really cares more about that than anything.

Once the music starts he begins to dance to it, his movements are fluid and controlled. He's much more about waving around his hips and twisting his body than making large, wide motions. He also lets himself do some coy movements as he removes his coat slowly and lets it fall to the ground. At first, he just moves around in front of Zevran's chair. He spends some time engaging anyone around and flirting with them with his body.

Finally, he moves closer to Zevran again. Here, he can enjoy teasing Zevran with slow, deliberate motion. He climbs up into Zevran's lap and grinds up against him. It's lewd and meant to be. He doesn't even let himself feel self conscious about doing this were others can see. If anything, he enjoys showing off.

[ombranera]

Zevran strokes Cyril's cheek when he leans close- nothing more than an affectionate touch before he leans back in his chair to watch. Whatever manner of dance this might be, whatever manner of talent? He finds himself thoroughly curious as to what it might be and charmed that Cyril wished to share this with him.

This is a familiar enough dance, though he is surprised a Dalish knows the steps. Something meant to stir the blood, to rile a man's interest.

He'll be honest.

Cyril? Has riled his interest. Zevran slides his hands up Cyril's thighs, head tipped slightly back to best see all of his graceful motions, lips curled in a salacious grin. "You are so beautiful."

[samahl]

Cyril grins down at him as keeps moving his body up against Zevran. "I know," he replies. As always, he is utterly unashamed to take the compliment just as much as he is unashamed to show off the way that his hips roll against Zevran's body. "But I'll never tire of hearing you say it."

He moves his arms to rest a hand on the side of Zevran's face. His thumb strokes over Zevran's cheek before he leans into to kiss him. This time it's not chaste or sweet. The heat of it matches the dance, it's seductive and passionate. He finally stops the grinding to focus entirely on sharing the kiss.

[ombranera]

"Poi lo dirò fino a quando si è disposti ad ascoltare, mio Tesoro." Not normally one for sentiment- but today is a day for indulging in it. Cyril is sweet and easy in every way he needs, demands and expects nothing but a good time.

While he's not certain what manner of dance this might be- he's more than familiar with the steps. Enough to slip his hands up Cyril's back to hold him close, lips opening under the slow, sensual assault of Cyril's kiss.

[samahl]

Cyril doesn't worry about what those words mean for now. What matters more is the way they sound and the tone in Zevran's voice.

The kiss lasts for as long as Cyril can handle it. He deepens it, pressing into Zevran as he does. His tongue explores and teases as he tastes as much of Zevran as he can.

He only breaks it to breathe and then he keeps his face close to Zevran's. "We ought to save the rest for when we're alone," he says, his voice low. He doesn't mind being watched when it comes to dancing and kissing, but the idea of anything more seems to be a little too much for now.

[ombranera]

When they part for breath Zevran's his a little shallow, his eyes a dark, burnished amber tracing every lovely detail of Cyril's face. So fair, so fine, and for the moment? His. The moments come and go but he treasures them all the same. Tender as anything Zevran slips his hand up to Cyril's hair, combing his fingers through it in gentle passes. "And what would the rest be, mmm?"

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit and then very deliberately rides his body over Zevran's lap again. "What do we usually do when we're alone?" he asks, managing to make his face look very coy even as he's rubbing himself up against Zevran.

[ombranera]

"I was wondering if you had anything in particular in mind." He chuffs a soft laugh, tugging Cy in for a soft, sweet kiss. Lips to jaw he places them too light to mean anything but firm enough to be a tease. When he's worked his way up to his ear he nipped at the fine point, murmuring. "I do have that rope."

[samahl]

"Hmm." He tilts his head and lets Zevran take advantage of him. The teasing of his ears makes his toe curl just a bit and he's glad that hes supporting himself against Zevran because otherwise he'd be weak in the knees. "This time I'd want to tie you down and ride your lap until you lost your mind."

[ombranera]

"I think that can be arranged." He shouldn't tease quite so much when he cannot follow through, but like this? It is far too tempting to nip at Cyril's ears, smoothing his fingertips up the length of it's fine point as he leans away. Anything he can do to get a shiver, get a flush. "Perhaps if you ask sweetly."

nsfw language and stuff.

[samahl]

He moans low in his throat. "Please," he mutters. His voice is low, just for Zevran's ears. "Once you're done with this, let me ride your cock until you can't even remember your name."

[ombranera]

"A tall order." But he's game. More than game. Zevran gives the surrounding area a good look, considers his options. There are the stables just outside and it's hayloft- the walk back to his room is longer than he'd like, the hotsprings more so.

The loft it is. He leans away from Cyril long enough to gesture to the band, the lutist snorting at his emphatic arching of his brows. Any that came for him while he was missing? Would be bid to wait for an your. "I think I ought to give you something to hold you over until later tonight, mm?"

[samahl]

Cyril shifts to let Zevran move more easily but doesn't pull up just yet. He's really enjoying being on top of Zevran right now, and at the idea that anyone around them can see. "Well, I won't complain about having a little taste."

[ombranera]

"Hold fast." The walk is not that far- he hooks his arms under Cyril's thighs and stands with a grunt, keeping him hefted against his torso- carrying him out to the stables. The hayloft would be the best place for a quick tumble, having Cy up there would be a lovely interlude in the middle of all this sweetness.

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