One of the many fine things of knights and other warriors was how thoroughly and artfully muscled they were- honestly so. Not something done to achieve a certain stature to be appealing, not at all, but through genuine work that layered on flesh over bone in broad, sturdy lines. It left an edge of power to them, of danger- and Zevran ever fancied those that were on his side of dangerous. Equally broad and handsome nobles with no skill at blades did not attract his eyes, his hands, his mouth quite so easily. But Michel? Was all tightly trained capability wrapped in scarred white silk. Perhaps he ought to write a poem- or sketch him in sultry repose for his own memory later.
For now he worked his way higher, hands skimming over his hips, lips tracing along the line of his cock in a long sweep of soft lips and broad strokes of his tongue. A swirling suck at the head before he kissed his way from navel to sternum. All this side worked over and worked over well; there was but one thing that yet needed doing. "Roll over, Soleil, so I might work on your back.
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Date: 2016-02-03 06:17 am (UTC)For now he worked his way higher, hands skimming over his hips, lips tracing along the line of his cock in a long sweep of soft lips and broad strokes of his tongue. A swirling suck at the head before he kissed his way from navel to sternum. All this side worked over and worked over well; there was but one thing that yet needed doing. "Roll over, Soleil, so I might work on your back.