[ Well this takes him back. The fabric slipping off one of tanned, lithe shoulder, the sensuous settling in his lap, even the shape of an elf ear through Zevran's hair made tragically mousier than usual. Dorian's hands slip beneath the fall of the open dress, feeling up the stiff boning in the corsetry, a hand coming around to wander fingers along the flat plane of Zevran's chest. ]
I have my preferences, [ he confirms, affected in his delicacy. Leaning into the back of the couch, he winds an arm around Zevran's waist, settling him in closer. ] Nor do I mind a little discomfort.
[ His thumb settles at Zevran's chin, fingers at a delicate splay along his jaw, before he gently pushes the rouging at the elf's lips aside enough to smear through powder. ]
So long as it is both fleeting and temporary, [ he qualifies. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 07:44 am (UTC)I have my preferences, [ he confirms, affected in his delicacy. Leaning into the back of the couch, he winds an arm around Zevran's waist, settling him in closer. ] Nor do I mind a little discomfort.
[ His thumb settles at Zevran's chin, fingers at a delicate splay along his jaw, before he gently pushes the rouging at the elf's lips aside enough to smear through powder. ]
So long as it is both fleeting and temporary, [ he qualifies. ]