He certainly would hear no complaints from Michel either, such luxury was seldom sought and it was even rarer to come across, for whatever reason the elf might have for doing this at least the Chevalier was grateful, if not in body than in other ways. It was easy to allow himself to relax, to give his muscles a break from the usual training, he had to consciously work at being limber and loose...while this? Took about as much effort as wading into a warm bath. He closed his eyes for a moment and stifled his urges and all of that Chevalier discipline to simply allow himself to enjoy the things he normally couldn't while he thought of ways he might return the favor. Not that thinking was easy with all of the heaviness in his limbs and his clouded thoughts.
It didn't help that Zevran's kneading and caressing was becoming more sensual, he knew that it would given the insistence upon his nakedness. Michel knew little about massages, but he knew enough to know that one could have one while still wearing one's trousers and that it predominately involved the use of one's hands over one's mouth. Those soft, open-mouthed kisses that he worked along the Chevalier's legs, wet, warm, and just shy of where his body ached for him, drew proper groans from the warrior's lips. His legs were accommodating, shifting apart instinctively to give Zevran more room to work with.
He watched his companion as best as he could through the dark fringe of his lashes, eyes little more than slivers of winter blue as Zevran finally settled between his thighs, marking his flesh in a way that would stand out against that fair Orlesian skin. Just the sound of the assassin's lips and mouth working his skin worked him up nicely. This, combined with his skilled touch and the scent of oil textured leather drew heat to his loins and he could feel his cock responding without any direct provocation at all, half-hard already against his stomach. The heat also began to crawl its way over his skin and he found it difficult to suppress.
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Date: 2016-02-02 12:59 pm (UTC)It didn't help that Zevran's kneading and caressing was becoming more sensual, he knew that it would given the insistence upon his nakedness. Michel knew little about massages, but he knew enough to know that one could have one while still wearing one's trousers and that it predominately involved the use of one's hands over one's mouth. Those soft, open-mouthed kisses that he worked along the Chevalier's legs, wet, warm, and just shy of where his body ached for him, drew proper groans from the warrior's lips. His legs were accommodating, shifting apart instinctively to give Zevran more room to work with.
He watched his companion as best as he could through the dark fringe of his lashes, eyes little more than slivers of winter blue as Zevran finally settled between his thighs, marking his flesh in a way that would stand out against that fair Orlesian skin. Just the sound of the assassin's lips and mouth working his skin worked him up nicely. This, combined with his skilled touch and the scent of oil textured leather drew heat to his loins and he could feel his cock responding without any direct provocation at all, half-hard already against his stomach. The heat also began to crawl its way over his skin and he found it difficult to suppress.