"Mmm? Perhaps I should show you..." with Zevran tucked in his arms again he waltzed him slowly against the nearest wall, soft hay under his feet doing little to slow his movements. Well aware of his feet and his surroundings, he was careful not to trip his companion up in the process of successfully pinning him against the wall and at the same time giving their activities as much cover as possible. While they still might be overheard, at least no one would see them unless they actively decided to look.
Satisfied, but beyond caring about interruptions as right now there were far more important things in need of his attention, Michel dropped to a crouch in front of the assassin, guiding him in exactly the position of his earlier vision. Using the wall as leverage just in case Zevran could not hold onto him well, the Chevalier hooked each of the assassin's legs over his shoulder in turn before hoisting him up grateful for the space they had to work with.
He wasn't the expert at teasing that Zevran was and perhaps his own attentions might come off clumsy, but everything that had been done to him Michel had carve it into his bones. Experiences were learning tools and while his would take time to hone, he would insist on learning the nuances that brought the elf pleasure. Some things were obvious, others less so and he believed, very much in returning what he was given. He had once explained that he would never ask Zevran to do anything he wasn't willing to do himself.
"If there's anything you do not like, tell me, bel homme..." he looked up at Zevran through the frame of his companion's thighs, nudging him gently with his cheek before leaning forward, delicately nosing at the mound of flesh trapped in leather. His intention was clear enough, but there was no harm in giving Zevran the opportunity to accept what they were doing or reject it outright.
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Date: 2016-02-09 12:40 pm (UTC)Satisfied, but beyond caring about interruptions as right now there were far more important things in need of his attention, Michel dropped to a crouch in front of the assassin, guiding him in exactly the position of his earlier vision. Using the wall as leverage just in case Zevran could not hold onto him well, the Chevalier hooked each of the assassin's legs over his shoulder in turn before hoisting him up grateful for the space they had to work with.
He wasn't the expert at teasing that Zevran was and perhaps his own attentions might come off clumsy, but everything that had been done to him Michel had carve it into his bones. Experiences were learning tools and while his would take time to hone, he would insist on learning the nuances that brought the elf pleasure. Some things were obvious, others less so and he believed, very much in returning what he was given. He had once explained that he would never ask Zevran to do anything he wasn't willing to do himself.
"If there's anything you do not like, tell me, bel homme..." he looked up at Zevran through the frame of his companion's thighs, nudging him gently with his cheek before leaning forward, delicately nosing at the mound of flesh trapped in leather. His intention was clear enough, but there was no harm in giving Zevran the opportunity to accept what they were doing or reject it outright.