"Marvelous." He murmured, that same, possessive thing coiled in his voice as it had sat behind his eyes their first night together. This- all of this was truly his. It should not coil like a pleasing wine in his gut, that thought, and yet it did. With every nipped bruise and pass of his hands the massage became less about tension and more about appraisal. More about marking what was his. It was a risky mindset to slip into with one so unaccustomed to the game and yet Michel let himself so well to it's nuances. Somehow his relative innocence (inexperience was not purity) made it all the more desirable. Less in words; for he had no right to them; and more in touch did every press and glide say the same thing.
Mine.
Something he would not dare speak but something he could entertain for the brief hours they would spend with one another. Back, arms, legs seen to Zevran let his hands slide over the curve of Michel's ass, mouth dropping to the back of his thigh where the two met, and bit gently; working a new bruise into being there. Another and another on one leg, then the other, before he leaned back. "I am going to try something else that is new to you, I think- tell me if you find it permissible and pleasurable."
The almost chaste, gallant kiss he pressed to Michel's tailbone ought to be hint enough as to where this was going- and offer time enough for him to decide yes or no.
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Date: 2016-02-07 01:40 am (UTC)Mine.
Something he would not dare speak but something he could entertain for the brief hours they would spend with one another. Back, arms, legs seen to Zevran let his hands slide over the curve of Michel's ass, mouth dropping to the back of his thigh where the two met, and bit gently; working a new bruise into being there. Another and another on one leg, then the other, before he leaned back. "I am going to try something else that is new to you, I think- tell me if you find it permissible and pleasurable."
The almost chaste, gallant kiss he pressed to Michel's tailbone ought to be hint enough as to where this was going- and offer time enough for him to decide yes or no.