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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[ombranera]

Marks are welcome- excellent. At every reassurance it's enjoyed it makes the grazes of his nails and teeth happen more often as he works his way from Cyril's lips to his angle of his jaw, the curve of his throat. Fitting his lips over the fluttering of his pulse satisfies some visceral urge in him that he squashes for now.

Treasuring. Ravishing and treasuring. A tender love bite, not a mauling.

He does grin at the hand in his hair, pausing long enough to reach back and unfasten the braid, letting the long blond strands fall about them. Cyril is free to play with it as he wishes while Zevran busies himself with working thin red lines along his ribs with his nails and a bruise upon his throat.

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He'd been about to reply, but those teeth were distracting so instead of anything coherent, Gavin gave a small, breathless chuckle - or was that a groan? Both? Both. Probably both.

"I'd say that idea merits approval," He managed to get out, after a moment. "Though like I said - always willing to try anything once."

He ducked his head to catch Zevran's lips again before they could disappear much further, his own teeth pulling gently at the elf's bottom lip. "I refuse to be selfish," He said, though it was teasing and playful, "So if I like teeth, what should I be giving you..." His fingers splayed on Zevran's back, palm warm against the leather, as his lips sought and found the elf's earlobe, nibbling lightly.

[ombranera]

"So much to try and only so much time to spare." Enough for what they wish- his downward path interrupted by an urging for him to return. Ever considerate he cannot help but go where he's led, nosing along all the soft skin available to him.

What does he wish? Most do not ask that. Most demand, most take, most tell him how he is to be and- he does so. The offer is a kind one; the apparent lack of expectations. It was...sweet.

Yes, that was the word. Sweet.

"I do enjoy having my hair played with and tugged- and am fond of nails dragged down my back."

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"I have a feeling we'll be able to figure something out in the time alotted," He chuckled, pulling back just enough so that he could get a look at Zevran while he spoke. A soft, lopsided smile floated up onto his lips.

"Well that's good to know," He murmured, letting a hand wander up the back of Zevran's neck, fingers threading into hair. "I probably would have been terrified to ruin it, otherwise." He really did have nice hair. He let his fingers weave into it as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that rather seductive length of tattoo that teasingly wound down below Zevran's shirt.

The nails might have to wait a few minutes.

[ombranera]

Now that wasn't fair, for Gavin to be sweetly endearing. What hope had he of not chuckling in turn, twisting this from something at least vaguely somber and more- playful? That seemed the appropriate word.

Playful. Perhaps more than ravishing he should focus on making certain Gavin has fun. It had been some time since he last had fun with someone in the hay.

"The disheveling is part of the appeal." He reached back to unfasten his braid, letting his hair fall loose around Gavin's fingers. His own hands busied themselves with drawing his nails up the back of Gavin's scalp, ending with a careful continuation along his ears. Some enjoyed it- some did not.

[samahl]

Cyril's fingers do move through Zevran's hair, enjoying the feel of it as he enjoys playing with and untangling it from the lingering bit of the braid.

His body squirms into Zevran's touches and the scratches. He really has to keep his teeth pressed into his lower lip to stop himself from crying out too much. He's going to enjoy looking at any lingering marks later. For now, all he can do is happily respond by arching his back and giving Zevran as much access to his skin as he can.

[ombranera]

It will be the first of many, Zevran intends to leave quite the mark on Cyril. Something about skin so fair begs to be bruised and with how he arches into every touch? Zevran is fairly certain he could have Cyril begging for more soon enough.

Throat to chest and he's biting his way lower, pausing to lave his tongue over bruised or reddened skin to soothe the sting. "How may I have you, Tesoro? Like this, spread beneath me as you attempt to muffle your cries? Perhaps against the wall, pinned between me and the unyielding stone?"

[slipshot]

Zevran's nails pulled a shiver out of him, right up his spine, his ears warming at the attention. Creators, it was unfair how attractive Zevran was - and it only seemed to be getting worse, rather than better, as his fingers clasped into hair, pulling gently so he could tilt Zevran's head away, to better get his lips to that sublime throat.

He ran his tongue down the length of the tattoo, his free hand coming up to pull aside fabric as he followed it towards Zevran's shoulder.

"Just how far does this go?" He asked in a low, teasing voice. "Am I going to need to make myself a map?"

[ombranera]

"Mmmmm-" Moving enough to give Gavin room to continue his exploration is terribly easy, though the question does get a crackling laugh rather than the usual 'follow it and see' he might purr. "It is a map, Bello. And it shall lead you to everywhere that pleases me best."

His shoulders, the insides of his arms, his ribs (now bandaged) his chest (also partly bandaged for the shoulder), abdomen, hips, inner thighs- everywhere the skin was thinnest save his hands. Take the most sensitive skin and drive ink into it. A test. A trial. Crying out during the operation- well. It wasn't recommended in the Crows. Though few seemed to have marks as extensive as Zevran in the House of Arainai- a test is a test, making someone memorable? Not the best choice when training an assassin.

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Gavin grinned, fingers moving to unclasp a leather strap so that he could pull down the fabric and lay bare Zevran's shoulder - pausing as he caught sight of the bandage.

It didn't stop him, though, lips and tongue and teeth following that trail as he pulled Zevran closer against him, sliding his thigh between the elf's legs.

"Should I be making sure to stay extra gentle?" He teased quietly. "Or did you manage that in similar activities?"

[ombranera]

He straddled the offered thigh easily, content to let Gavin have his wandering way for the time being. He would take point when Gavin's resolve faltered- not that he was so certain it would but- it seemed likely. In a charming way, a 'there was too much at the table and I could not decide which to sample first' way. The best way.

"I cannot move that arm overmuch, so if you were hoping to bind me by my wrists and tie me to the wall, I am afraid we will not be able to. But if you are content as we are or make certain not to overextend that arm? All shall be well."

[slipshot]

That made him chuckle, and he was very carefully as he undid the clasps and pulled Zevran's shirt off that side - purposely keeping from jostling it.

"I'll be honest, usually I'm on the other end of the rope," He replied, a lopsided grin on his lips as he slowly rubbed his thigh against Zevran's groin. The fact that Zevran was basically letting him have his own way for the time being caused a low level surge of anticipation to run through him - knowing that there was more coming, later, being held back. (It was very erotic.)

"But I think we can manage without sending you back to the healers." Once the shirt was free, his lips went right back to that tattoo - following its trail down Zevran's chest. (His very, very well put together chest.)

[ombranera]

"Oh ho? We can arrange that if you wish." Later. For now he wanted to see where Gavin would take this. How far his initiative would go. Shirtless the continued winding of his tattoo is revealed, arcing in abstract patterns of talons and feathers, daggers and beaks. Laid in little by little where he would feel it most in such a way to leave him shivering for the attention.

For now he was content to ride Gavin's thigh, press his erection against the firm muscle he could feel there and continue to draw his hands through his hair. Red like rusted copper- like dried blood. Were he fair and fine and more confident he likely wouldn't have been so agreeable. But he was tanned and cute and subtly awkward, much like Alistair. It made him all the more alluring.

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Just as Zevran expected, Gavin did falter - torn between taking his lips to the nipple so readily offered, and from continuing down lower. He hesitated, trying to decide, but getting much too distracted as Zevran's fingers worked in his hair.

"Don't start that, or I won't be able to get the image out of my head," he said, but he was grinning before he finally seemed to decide on Zevran's nipple - pulling it gently with his teeth - before he recalled what he'd already been asked to do. His hands slid around Zevran's back - careful to avoid the bandages - and then dug his nails in (gently, but sharp enough to give it a tang) and drew them down Zevran's back as he sucked on the nub.

His own trousers were growing uncomfortably tight, but he was determined to take his time. (Escapism only lasted as long as one was involved, after all.)

[ombranera]

"Is it so strange a thing to imagine? Trapped by an Antivan Crow, bound and stripped to be used at his pleasure..." It's a game he's played many a time and each was terribly sweet. Wonderful. More than worth revisiting- especially if Gavin was of a mind.

He seemed to be.

But flirtations were set aside in favor of arching into Gavin's mouth and rolling down against his thigh, pressing his own up to reciprocate the friction. The low moan he gave in response was sincere, his chest was not often the subject of adoration or attention. All the sweeter has it made the mouth on him and the one who owned said mouth. "Mmmm. You do know your way about-"

His breath hitched, a reward for skill.

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"Strange? No. Incredibly distracting and arousing? Yes." Very, very arousing. He wasn't always in to bondage - since it required a level of trust that Gavin often had difficulty with - but that didn't mean that the image wasn't incredibly, incredibly hot. But then - there it was. All the flirting was fun, of course, obviously, but that groan --

That groan went straight to his groin.

He couldn't help himself- rolling right into that offered thigh, that first hinting pressure pulling an answering groan from his own lips, even as he teased and pulled at Zevran's flesh.

"Thinking we... might want to try this horizontally," He murmured as he traced his lips back up to Zevran's chin.

[ombranera]

"I am thinking much the same." Here he took point, cradling the back of Gavin's skull and pulling him up- holding him still as he licked his way into his mouth. A thorough debauching was in order before they needed to break away and settle on the ground. Every trick that had Gavin moaning, every thrust of tongue and drag of teeth Zevran employed in full, all while grinding his thigh up against the bulge in his trousers.

Half a wicked mind bid him to continue until Gavin was on the very edge of desperation- then break away. But that would be terribly unkind and something in Gavin made him want to be a little kind. Save the Lothario for elsewhere.

He pulled back, dragging his teeth over Gavin's bottom lip to murmur "After you, Bello."

[samahl]

Cyril is almost begging now if not for the fact that he's enjoying the teasing and marking a little too much.

"Why must me choose?" he asks. "Can't we start with one and move to the other?" He's smirking as if it's just a joke but there's something in his eyes that shows he would gladly follow through.

[ombranera]

"Mmm. Now there's a thought. I have one as well, though it is more of a question." He pulls away enough to take Cyril's wrists in his hands and tug them up, resting them against the cushions above his head. The grip is gentle, easy enough for Cyril to break if he so desires "And this? Yes or no?"

[samahl]

"Yes," Cyril responded with such breathy enthusiasm that it's impossible to mistake it for anything other than total consent. If anything he just seems all the most excited.

[ombranera]

"Your word?" He held Cy's wrists as he pulled a length of rope from his belt, doubling it for a stable knot that he begins one handed. He would need that word before he actually bound any part of Cy.

[samahl]

"Word?" Cyril asked, which was a sign that he was more new to this than he let on. He knew he enjoyed things, but he hadn't been in any sort of relationship that had brought watch words in.

[ombranera]

"Something you will say should you need me to stop. If it is said I untie you, rub ointment onto your wrists should there be chafing, and we end this with no judgement or questions asked. A safety precaution." He drops a kiss to Cy's collar, waiting for the aforementioned word. "Something you will not say on accident."

[samahl]

"I wouldn't say 'stop' by accident," Cyril points out, amused. He would never, ever want to say stop while Zevran was kissing him that way. "But let's use Dirthamen."

[ombranera]

"Some enjoy pretending to struggle." He shrugs- it is not what he enjoys himself but hey. You do you. "Alright. Cross your wrists? I shall bind you, blow you, and if you are still up for it afterward, take you against the wall. Agreeable, yes?"

It will take some of the surprise out of it- but whenever ropes and words become involved and he is with a new partner he makes a point of outlining what he intends. It's not quite a full negotiation but a more acceptable shorthand for flings.