It was a late night, and Cyril really wasn't expecting company. Not tonight, anyways. Sure, he lived with his boyfriend, but usually he would've already known he'd be coming home. He grew used to getting a phone call around 11 from some unknown payphone so he could leave the door unlocked for the other. He never slept anyways without him, not at night, at least, so it wasn't a strange request.
It was nearing one in the morning, however, so he was pretty damn sure Elijah wouldn't be calling tonight. He was zoned out staring at the television playing some free-to-air channel that he really didn't care enough to pay attention to, he just wanted the background noise.
He didn't notice the jingle of the lock turning, or maybe he did and simply lacked the energy to go investigate. Regardless of it, he didn't seem to notice anything amiss until he heard the door open and shut behind him. He slowly lifted himself from his slouched position on the couch, looking up to see his dearest lover, Elijah.
"You didn't call," he greeted.
"Well ah was tryna surprise ya," he said, careful and quiet steps sliding him towards the couch, a gentle kiss being placed against the other's forehead. Cyril's eyes closed ever so slightly from that, a sigh escaping him.
"Well, you've gotten my interest now. Why was it you're trying to surprise me again?"
"Hold your horses, sweetcheeks, y'ain't even gimmie my kiss yet."
"Right. Right." He huffed as he twisted his torso to leave a gentle peck on Elijah's cheek, making the other smile.
"There we are. Now, what was it you was askin' me 'bout?"
"Oh you tease."
That got Elijah to laugh, slowly walking around the couch and settling himself on Cyril's lap, carefully wrapping his legs around the other's waist. Cyril harshly sucked in a breath at that, sitting upright. He certainly liked where this was going.
"Well how 'bout ya try 'n' find out whatcha surprise was gon' be," Elijah purred, rubbing his hands along Cyril's sides, and up his chest.
"This, uh, this isn't all of it?" He asked, the smallest smile crossing his face, making Elijah's heart flip. He always loved when Cyril's expression changed, it was always so stark in contrast to what almost felt like a mask the man wore constantly.
"No, sir."
Cyril had to admit his heart was starting to race with excitement over what could be going on. He let out a small huff as if laughing before slowly beginning to unbutton the other's flannel shirt, taking his sweet time. Elijah couldn't help but giggle at the other savoring the moment, the suspense. He especially savored the moment as Cyril's face turned bright red spotting the dark blue lace bra he was wearing.
"You- I- That's uh- Wow," Cyril stuttered out, averting his eyes. It wasn't uncommon for Cyril to get flustered over Elijah doing anything to spice things up in the bedroom, and he sure as hell got flustered over his own ideas, but every time Elijah couldn't help but find it adorable how obvious it was Cyril was completely head over heels for him.
"Ya like it?"
"I- Yeah, I like it a lot, um," he slowly pushed the flannel off Elijah's shoulders, fidgeting with the fabric. "Are you also wearing-?"
"Well ah ain't spoilin' that one, love."
Cyril awkwardly adjusted his hips under Elijah, making the other smirk feeling just how hard he was getting over the situation.
"Right. No spoilers," he mumbled, clearly impatient to find out as he quickly fumbled with the belt Elijah wore before unbuttoning his pants, getting even more excited the moment he spotted a small pink ribbon on a matching pair of dark blue panties. He couldn't help but admire how obviously hard Elijah was, barely contained by the thin fabric of the undergarments. He bit his lip as he gently pushed down the other's jeans, gently tracing his fingers along Elijah's hips. "Well I definitely discovered something about myself..."
"'N' what's that, Cy?" Elijah teased, gently lifting the other's head to look him in the eye.
"You look absolutely banging in cute panties."
"You are such a dumbass." Of course, that train of thought was cut short by a soft gasping moan as Cyril began to gently paw against his erection through the fabric of the panties.
"Sorry, what was that dear?" Cyril teased, his voice dropping as he gently left a trail of kisses against the other's neck.
"Nothin', ah said nothin'," Elijah said, squirming on Cyril's lap hearing the way he spoke shift so harshly. God did he think it was hot the way that man would speak down to him.
"That's what I thought."
He couldn't help but whine as Cyril moved his hand, leaving short and soft kisses along his shoulder. He felt the other's hands trail down his thighs, getting his jeans off him. He just ran his hand through Cyril's hair until he felt a sharp bite on his neck, a whimper followed by a moan escaping him from the sudden pain as he pulled Cyril's hair ever so slightly. He heard a deep chuckle from Cyril as the other moved his head.
"You like that, Li?" He asked, his thumb gently rubbing against the bite mark. Elijah only responded with a hum of encouragement. "Glad to hear, dear."
He then went back to kissing along his body, though now trailing down to his collarbone and chest. He hummed, staring at the bra, clicking his tongue as if thinking about what he was going to do.
"God... It looks so good on you but..." He sighed, unhooking the back with little effort and watching it slip down Elijah's arms. "Much better."
Elijah was once again squirming looking at the hunger in Cyril's eyes. God did it turn him on, another pleasured gasp escaping him feeling Cyril's tongue flick against one of his nipples. He whimpered, feeling his hand trail just above the panties he was wearing, moaning as Cyril began toying with his nipples. His hands found their way back to Cyril’s hair, gripping into it.
He let out a soft gasp as Cyril’s hand once again returned to his crotch, his thumb tracing over the bulge with a light touch. He whimpered as his hips bucked up into his touch.
“Cy, please, dear God,” he whined, knowing it was a helluva way to spur on Cyril. He felt a hand creep up to his neck, gentle pressure being exerted against his windpipe as Cyril lifted his head.
“Please what, Li? I can’t read your mind.”
That only helped to rile him up, grinding his hips against Cyril’s lap. “Please touch me more, please, please,” he whined.
That got a small smirk to form on Cyril’s lips as he kissed the other. “Oh, of course I will, darling. Why didn’t you ask sooner?” And with that he pulled down the panties Elijah was wearing, gently wrapping his fingers around the other’s erection. His thumb gently rubbed against the head of his dick, wetting it with his precum.
He harshly bit down on his lower lip, moaning softly, his eyes closing momentarily before Cyril pulled him into a kiss. He couldn't help but buck his hips into Cyril's hand as he felt the other tease him still, moaning softly into the kiss.
"God, you look so cute," Cyril hummed, watching him.
"Oh shut it," Elijah huffed before Cyril slowly began jerking him off, a whine escaping him.
"Whatever you want."
His movements were gentle, stroking slowly enough to make it almost torturous and enjoying watching Elijah squirm as his other hand tightened its grip on his throat ever so slightly. He relished the moans that came from the other, his movements increasing in pace slowly, taking his sweet time to pleasure the other.
Elijah couldn't help but relish the treatment, enjoying how careful Cyril was with him, soft compliments from the other filling his ears as he felt his hand speed up.
It wasn't long before he felt himself tip over the edge, ropes of white coating the other's shirt as he came, feeling the hand on his throat slowly move away as Cyril kept him steady.
"Did you have fun?" Cyril asked softly.
"Mhm," he responded quietly.
"How about we take this to the bed and go another round?"
"Ah'd love that."