That little kiss makes him smile, and damn if he wasn't fond of this pretty elf and everything he was. Attractive, dangerous, kind. So kind to a brute like him, eager for his touch yet willing to do something like this. To treat him like a person and not just a warrior or a strange fancy.
Taas reaches down to stroke Zevran's cheek on the side with his tattoo. "I'm not sure. I think it's..." he has to pause, sliding his thumb over those fine lips. They were easy to pay attention to, enticing in how they curved over some words and swallowed back others. "U-ra-ga-no." The pronunciation is way, way off, but the letters were correct.
He's still smiling as the elf moves upwards, and he even laughs at the swipe over his dick. It makes it a bit more interested, but smooth hands on his thick midsection still holds most of Taas' attention. He wasn't a beast - besides, it was quite curious to see those fingers measured with the scars that crisscrossed here and there. Paler than his deep brown skin, nearly a match to Zevran's.
The muscles here were hard, built into a steel core for that axe swing and meant to lift heavy objects rather than to look pretty.
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Date: 2016-01-30 11:30 pm (UTC)Taas reaches down to stroke Zevran's cheek on the side with his tattoo. "I'm not sure. I think it's..." he has to pause, sliding his thumb over those fine lips. They were easy to pay attention to, enticing in how they curved over some words and swallowed back others. "U-ra-ga-no." The pronunciation is way, way off, but the letters were correct.
He's still smiling as the elf moves upwards, and he even laughs at the swipe over his dick. It makes it a bit more interested, but smooth hands on his thick midsection still holds most of Taas' attention. He wasn't a beast - besides, it was quite curious to see those fingers measured with the scars that crisscrossed here and there. Paler than his deep brown skin, nearly a match to Zevran's.
The muscles here were hard, built into a steel core for that axe swing and meant to lift heavy objects rather than to look pretty.