Damn. Just. Damn. Zevran was going to kill him if he kept looking that good, leaning so prettily, kissing his hand... he didn't seem to have any guard up either, free to show how he felt. At least that was what Taas was hoping, because the elf looked happy. Safe.
...and fuck, if he isn't perfect with that gold hair and tan skin adorned with tattoos. So many, curving over his side and hiding scars he could only feel if he ran his hand down that chest. Hidden, forgotten. Healed.
Then the clever hands are on his chest, the warm oil leaving the wide expanse nice and smooth as the fingers found and unraveled the little kinks in his muscles. A tease at his nipples and the warrior doesn't even hold back the appreciative little groan. That was nice.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move after this. You should come sit on my face when you're done." He's pretty certain Zevran can't massage his tongue into the Fade like he had done with the rest of his body... but who knows?
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Date: 2016-02-14 06:49 pm (UTC)...and fuck, if he isn't perfect with that gold hair and tan skin adorned with tattoos. So many, curving over his side and hiding scars he could only feel if he ran his hand down that chest. Hidden, forgotten. Healed.
Then the clever hands are on his chest, the warm oil leaving the wide expanse nice and smooth as the fingers found and unraveled the little kinks in his muscles. A tease at his nipples and the warrior doesn't even hold back the appreciative little groan. That was nice.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move after this. You should come sit on my face when you're done." He's pretty certain Zevran can't massage his tongue into the Fade like he had done with the rest of his body... but who knows?