[ A low chuckle, breathy and warm, rolls out of him at the guttering of the candles. Mages and their tricks- though it does beg the question as to what manner of tricks Dorian may have up his very fine silken sleeves. It is not the only thing that begs for Zevran's attention, the warm gilding of what light is left carving soft shadows along tanned skin that has been untouchable for the bulk of their trip.
No longer.
He meets Dorian halfway, hand gliding down to find those strange clasps and buckles, to ruffle and rumple Dorian's otherwise polished appearance; a small part of him viscerally pleased by any opportunity he has to ruin such things. It is less vicious here as he finds skin under silk and his lips part under Dorian's, a blatant invitation for him to press further, to take what he wished. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 08:16 am (UTC)No longer.
He meets Dorian halfway, hand gliding down to find those strange clasps and buckles, to ruffle and rumple Dorian's otherwise polished appearance; a small part of him viscerally pleased by any opportunity he has to ruin such things. It is less vicious here as he finds skin under silk and his lips part under Dorian's, a blatant invitation for him to press further, to take what he wished. ]