Michel wasn't entirely certain how much he was going to enjoy this personally, or if the act would bring Zevran any pleasure, but his companion was resolute and Michel was nothing if not accommodating. It was new, it was with Zevran, and no experience his companion visited upon him so far had been anything short of extraordinary. A touch could melt the Chevalier, a kiss could set every nerve on fire, and when he turned the full force of his Antivan leather on the warrior, Michel succumbed to his bedmate's whims. Apart from his arousal sandwiched between his stomach ant the bed, he was completely pliant and willing under leather clad hands.
This time his hands weren't bound so he was able to fold his arms under his head and grip the sheets, anchoring himself and mentally preparing himself for this new experience. It wasn't as though having Zevran between his legs was different, but the act was, it inspired those same feelings of vulnerability that Michel pushed down and yet he could move and get out if he wanted. He simply didn't want to.
He could already feel the rippling pleasure running down his spine at the seductive descent of lips and tongue, his body jerking once from surprise before settling against the bed and acquainting himself with this new sensation. Initially it was strange, a tongue was different from a finger or the swollen head of a cock rubbing against that tight ring of muscle. Growing used to it, however too very little time...warm, wet, soft and stimulating so many sensitive nerve endings. The heat Michel had been holding onto crept its way along his shoulders up to his ears, no doubt his face was getting warm as well, but it was pressed into the fold of his arms. His breathing became a shaky, wavering thing as Zevran's tongue continued in its attention.
The brief dip inside cause the breath to catch in the back of Michel's throat, followed by a soft contented noise, a lazy moan. When cool air struck him the muscled ring contracted and the Chevalier could feel the involuntary hitch of his hips as he pushed up...it was strange, but it felt just as good as he hands smoothing over his body had--slippery and familiar. He wouldn't have minded if Zevran got his teeth involved, if it was an act that got his bedmate off.
Deriving pleasure from biting would take training on Michel's part given his pain tolerance.
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This time his hands weren't bound so he was able to fold his arms under his head and grip the sheets, anchoring himself and mentally preparing himself for this new experience. It wasn't as though having Zevran between his legs was different, but the act was, it inspired those same feelings of vulnerability that Michel pushed down and yet he could move and get out if he wanted. He simply didn't want to.
He could already feel the rippling pleasure running down his spine at the seductive descent of lips and tongue, his body jerking once from surprise before settling against the bed and acquainting himself with this new sensation. Initially it was strange, a tongue was different from a finger or the swollen head of a cock rubbing against that tight ring of muscle. Growing used to it, however too very little time...warm, wet, soft and stimulating so many sensitive nerve endings. The heat Michel had been holding onto crept its way along his shoulders up to his ears, no doubt his face was getting warm as well, but it was pressed into the fold of his arms. His breathing became a shaky, wavering thing as Zevran's tongue continued in its attention.
The brief dip inside cause the breath to catch in the back of Michel's throat, followed by a soft contented noise, a lazy moan. When cool air struck him the muscled ring contracted and the Chevalier could feel the involuntary hitch of his hips as he pushed up...it was strange, but it felt just as good as he hands smoothing over his body had--slippery and familiar. He wouldn't have minded if Zevran got his teeth involved, if it was an act that got his bedmate off.
Deriving pleasure from biting would take training on Michel's part given his pain tolerance.