[ Lovely shoulders, Dorian has. Always flirting with exposure, barely covered, teasing when he walks or lounges- getting a hand on it to feel out the warm curve, the wine languid muscle beneath bronze skin is quite satisfying. He should sketch him like this, he thinks, attempting to follow the drape of silk to bare more of Dorian's skin. Half dressed and writhing.
Zevran would regret not being able to see it if he weren't so enraptured in being the cause of Dorian's writhing.
Pressed close like this the slow grind of his hips is less like posting and more of an intention- taking his own claim even as he yields so sweetly to the harder press, sucking on Dorian's tongue. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 08:39 am (UTC)Zevran would regret not being able to see it if he weren't so enraptured in being the cause of Dorian's writhing.
Pressed close like this the slow grind of his hips is less like posting and more of an intention- taking his own claim even as he yields so sweetly to the harder press, sucking on Dorian's tongue. ]