ombranera: (so if we must speak seriously...)
Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] ombranera) wrote 2016-02-10 12:02 pm (UTC)

"I am." Normally he need be asked to do such a thing- but Michel likely would not think to ask. It was a trick seldom returned and thus something he reserved for ether his most demanding or reciprocal lovers...but Michel? May never have experienced the liked and thus it was one more thing, one more sensation and experience he could brand into the Chevalier's skin and burrow into his memory as belonging to him and him alone. Another way to crawl deep into his skin and take root, leave him twisting for want of more. For need of another kiss, another touch, another night.

Had he any manner of forethought Zevran might nave noticed how deeply he dove and how much of Michel he kept when he resurfaced from this strange, possessive place. They were not playing that game quite so well, now. They were not playing it at all- but something in Michel called to him all the same. Responded to how his hands stroked and his lips pressed in calculated affection. He had made no rules, there were no bindings. Not so much as a watchword so this wasn't- would not- be that.

No, this was something else. But it was something he would give- did give, without batting an eye, dragging lips and tongue down from tailbone to the ring of his entrance, tongue laving in a flat stroke across much as he'd massaged him gently with oil before daring to tease a finger within. Like this he could not watch Michel's face- but he recalled the way his head tilted back, the way he bit his lips, the angle of his brows, the flush of his cheeks- he could hear well enough and that? Would have to do. Provided he worked hard enough to prompt some of that sweet Orlesian sighing. Little by little he worked that knot of muscle into something loose and easy, licking around the rim, teasing the tip of his tongue inside when he felt there was enough give- pulling back to breathe cool air over skin made slick. Every dirty trick that came to mind save for biting.

He did not think that would go over well with Michel and thus, kept his kisses and the slow thrust of his tongue tender.

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