Michel tipped his head into the fingers running though his hair, content in the knowledge that Zevran would steer him away from doing anything his companion did not like or find pleasing. With that reassuring thought he nuzzled his face against one leather-clad thigh before nosing his way back to Zevran's bound erection, following the shape of him as he strained before he began mouthing the mound, all soft lips and warm breath as his memory recalled some of Zevran's own skills and what he might like.
A few passes with gentle lips and moist heat and he took Zevran carefully with his teeth, leather creating a fine barrier so that when he sank his teeth in it would only feel like pressure. Being a man helped him to be gentle as well, he didn't want to tarnish this memory by causing pain, intentional or otherwise...his companion had been so very careful with him after all.
With a spirited look behind his eyes Michel withdrew after a moment, just enough to grant him access to the fastenings of the elf's pants which he nudged at and tugged at gently until laces yielded to him. In this position his access was limited and he couldn't tug Zevran's pants down, but this was okay, because as of now he was only teasing--teasing open his front, teasing his lips and tongue past the leather barrier. Whether he was met by smallclothes or the elf's cock directly it wouldn't stop him from stroking his companion with his tongue, a new experience for him, but one he wished to return.
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Date: 2016-02-14 11:05 pm (UTC)A few passes with gentle lips and moist heat and he took Zevran carefully with his teeth, leather creating a fine barrier so that when he sank his teeth in it would only feel like pressure. Being a man helped him to be gentle as well, he didn't want to tarnish this memory by causing pain, intentional or otherwise...his companion had been so very careful with him after all.
With a spirited look behind his eyes Michel withdrew after a moment, just enough to grant him access to the fastenings of the elf's pants which he nudged at and tugged at gently until laces yielded to him. In this position his access was limited and he couldn't tug Zevran's pants down, but this was okay, because as of now he was only teasing--teasing open his front, teasing his lips and tongue past the leather barrier. Whether he was met by smallclothes or the elf's cock directly it wouldn't stop him from stroking his companion with his tongue, a new experience for him, but one he wished to return.