He groaned into Zevran's mouth as the elf took over, and Creators, but the man could kiss. He was very quickly at, ahem, full mast, though his trousers helpfully kept it tucked in, at least.

For now.

"I have no idea what that means, but I like it," Gavin admitted, his cheeks flushed and his arousal obvious as Zevran stepped away. He watched him for a full twenty seconds before letting out a wistful sigh and turning his attention to the current problem. The room didn't have a bed, exactly, but it did have a few bolts of cloth that had been stored there, and he grabbed one of them and rolled it out on the floor. (Not that he would have minded to floor, but.)

He sat down on it with a grin and then patted the clear space behind him.