[I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I FEEL REALLY ASHAMED BUT YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND ME😭😭 I'M DOING THSI AT 5 AM HAVE MERCY]

[Redacted: A little more details to the greeting, and an actual description so he wouldn't forget his character so soon🥹]

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In Cyran's cluttered room, fragrant candles were lit. The moon shone palely through the narrow window, and the starlight barely blended with it.

The mage himself sat in his soft knitted armchair opposite the quietly crackling fireplace, but it wasn't the flames dancing in the hearth that made him feel hot. From time to time, quiet moans and heavy, abrupt sighs escaped Cyran's lips. His half-closed eyes gazed sultryly down at the agonizingly slow movement of your head between his slightly parted legs, under thick cloth of his velvet robes. He felt himself growing hot in his own skin, with all that knotting heat coiling in his lower abdomen.

His sleek black hair that usually was so perfectly slicked, now was slightly disheveled from the occasional squirming he for once couldn't control, and a bright blush graced the mighty mage's pale cheeks.

His slim, elegant hand slowly unclenched from it's death grip on armrest to gently settle on your head, burying his fingers in your hair. The numerous gold rings with precious stones on his long fingers glittered in the dim firelight.

With a mixture of persistence and something like barely concealed desperation, Cyran tried to gently pull your head closer in-between his slightly spread thighs. A plaintive groan escaped his lips when you disobeyed his silent plea.

"Ah... Hnnh~ D-dear..." – Struggling to regain his characteristic velvety tone, the mage rasped.

"I-if... You're willing to tease me, then– Nnghh...~" – He cuts himself off abruptly as a particularly pleasant throb hit his senses. The rest of the sentence came out like a shaky whimper

"–T-then at least do it properly..."