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[Cyril has been trying to hide those phantom pains from him. He's trying but he's failing. Bull knows every time it happens and this time he's right there when he sees it happening.

Coming up behind him, he turns off the heat for the stove then rests his hands on his sides.]

It's bad tonight, huh?

[Cyril glances up at Bull and then turns back to the food.]

Yes. It is.

[There's no point lying to Bull, after all.]

It not like the people who made this technology were ready to see how it fared against ancient elven magic.

Edited 2020-04-16 04:32 (UTC)

Not any kind of magic the would have seen before.

[He catches that arm and moves it up so he can lean down and kiss right at the connection point.]

You want some help finishing the food?

[Cyril back tenses slightly at the kiss, but that has much more to do with his feelings over losing his arm than any pain he's experiencing. He doesn't want Bull to think he's being rejected by it, though, so he smiles and nods.]

Oh yes. I like it when we cook together anyway.

[Truthfully this is why he kissed there. Because he wants Cyril to feel comfortable with him touching the area even if his feelings for it are negative. Because Bull will love him regardless of what Cyril thinks or feels about the area.]

Alright, boss. Tell me where you want me. Aside from buried up your ass with you bent over the counter.

[Cyril pauses for a moment to let himself enjoy that mental image.]

Hm. Are we sure we have to eat? We can't just do that instead?

We need food to keep up with each other, kadan.

[He gives his ass a good sharp smack then chuckles as he nods to the counter.]

So what do you need me to do?

[A small sound of pleasure escapes Cyril at the slap but then he forces himself to focus on the task.]

Chop these.

[He slides over the vegetables along with the cutting board and knife he had been using. He considers the food thoughtfully as Bull starts to work.]

I'm starting to get used to having fresh food without any hassle. Maybe... maybe we should plant a garden now that we have more space.

Sounds good to me. I don't really know a lot about that stuff but I could learn it if you want some help. Though you'll probably just want me around for the manual labor part.

[Which he has no problem with mind you. Honestly it's what he'd volunteer himself for anyway. Because hey, he knows the areas he excels in.]

[He chuckles softly.]

That is one of the many, many benefits to having you around.

But, also, I'd like that. Teaching you how to help something grow, I mean. It'd be nice.

Big ass tool of destruction helping to make something grow instead. That'll be something new.

[He's not sure if he'll like it but hey he's willing to at least give it a go.]

You know you're more than just that. [Cyril says softly.]

You help people grow all of the time.

You say that like being a tool of destruction is a bad thing. I like it.

[He chuckles and shrugs.]

I don't really do that much. People are pretty strong on their own.

You're right. It's not a bad thing. You are not a bad thing. As a tool of destruction, you've saved my ass more times than I can count.

You're the boss. I'd be a pretty crap hire if I didn't do my job.

[He grins at him then steals a kiss for the hell of it.]

[Cyril returned the kiss happily. When Bull pulled away he smirked up at him.]

Plus, my ass is a treasure worth protecting.

Damn right it is.

[And he gives it a nice slap that is sure to leave a lasting sting for him.]

What do you say we finish here so we can get to what you're really interested in, huh?

[Cyril clearly enjoys the slap. He grins and then settles into finishing dinner.

They cook together and then eat together. By then, Cyril feels a lot better. There's still pain, but it's not as bad when he has something to distract himself.]

So... saving cleaning up for tomorrow? Or is this one of those days you're going to make me wait a little longer?

[He lets out a nice laugh before he goes to grab the Elf and toss him over his shoulder.]

We can clean up tomorrow. You've waited long enough, kadan.

[Cyril always loves it when Bull just picks him up to carry him away, but he still makes a surprised sound as he is thrown over Bull's shoulders.

Then he laughs and lets himself be carried off.]

Ah, I love it when you say nice things to me.

You love when I call you a whore too so that's not saying much.

[But he laughs all the same as he very suddenly drops him right down onto their bed, watching him bounce a couple of times before grabbing his ankle to drag him back closer for a kiss.]

Who says that's not a nice thing? [Cyril replies with a grin as Bull leans over him to kiss him.

Then he's too distracted by the kiss to keep teasing. All he wants is to let Bull use his entire body.]

People that aren't us. So why listen to 'em?

[But then they're kissing and he's working Cyril's clothes off, just tossing them aside as he slips them off of him. who needs them anyway? He's even kicking off his boots and grabbing at his belt to make it easier for his own pants to come off too.

Apparently he agrees with Cyril. No reason to talk when they can do better things.]

[Cyril makes a pleased sound as they both end up naked. He looks over Bull's body with an appreciative smirk.]

You know, if I was a whore, what do you think you'd pay for?

You're definitely not a lot of coin. You like it too dirty for that. I'd put you above sewer grade though.

[Bull catches his hair to make him tilt his head far back. Just to look down into his pretty eyes.]

But to get all that real good stuff from you? I'd have to pay more. And with how pretty you are I'd shell out more. So let's see that should bring me about to...

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