Michel rarely kept tabs on his body only knowing that there was a significant difference between it now from when he was younger, a scrappy thing that lacked any sort of definition and grace. Arguably, when there were a set of hands and lips working over each plane and plateau, each well turned muscle, it was difficult not to be aware of one's body just a bit or rather, more aware of where he was being touched. For whatever reason there would be no fussing from him considering how much he was enjoying those fingers, stretching and twisting under Zevran luxuriously for when would something like this happen again?
His breath caught in his chest, eyes sliding open again, as the mouth that had moments before left a bruise on the inside of each thigh in turn greeted his neglected cock. Partially aroused from the indirect stimulation of fingers and a very gifted tongue until now, the direct stimulation had him tightening to full hardness against the stroke of his tongue and the heat of his mouth. A soft moan rumbled up from the depths of him as Zevran merely greeted that part of him before diverting his attentions elsewhere and then withdrawing from him altogether.
If one could be drunk on desire Michel certainly looked the part, barely registering what it was Zevran was asking him, staring for a moment or so before responding to the command. Backs were usually central to massages, he was aware of this, but this was the first time Zevran would have him on his stomach and it gave him a brief pause. Exposing his back so carelessly was certainly an act of trust on his part and after a moment he decided to turn over another low moan smothered by the sheets this time as his erection found itself caught between the mattress and his stomach.
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Date: 2016-02-04 10:58 am (UTC)His breath caught in his chest, eyes sliding open again, as the mouth that had moments before left a bruise on the inside of each thigh in turn greeted his neglected cock. Partially aroused from the indirect stimulation of fingers and a very gifted tongue until now, the direct stimulation had him tightening to full hardness against the stroke of his tongue and the heat of his mouth. A soft moan rumbled up from the depths of him as Zevran merely greeted that part of him before diverting his attentions elsewhere and then withdrawing from him altogether.
If one could be drunk on desire Michel certainly looked the part, barely registering what it was Zevran was asking him, staring for a moment or so before responding to the command. Backs were usually central to massages, he was aware of this, but this was the first time Zevran would have him on his stomach and it gave him a brief pause. Exposing his back so carelessly was certainly an act of trust on his part and after a moment he decided to turn over another low moan smothered by the sheets this time as his erection found itself caught between the mattress and his stomach.