[ For someone whose voice carries as it does, Dorian is about as vocal as someone familiar with him might expect, but quieter at the same time. His smothers his hum of approval into the kiss, and isn't rushed, going from one place to the next. But when he does move, it's sudden.
Although perhaps not unexpected. Zevran's hands can feel muscle coil and harden at his shoulders, a gathering of strength that manifests as arms locking around the elf's waist and pulling him over and into the couch, landing him where Dorian had been posed only moments ago.
Necessarily, the kiss is broken, giving them a pause. Some of Zevran's makeup has been redistributed, by now, but not quite as messily on Dorian as it is on Zevran. Judging by the crooked smile that Dorian gives him, it isn't a bad look.
Settled on him like Zevran is his prey, freshly caught, in need of guarding, he reeeaches to collect up his wine that had been set aside, checking how much is left. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 08:51 am (UTC)Although perhaps not unexpected. Zevran's hands can feel muscle coil and harden at his shoulders, a gathering of strength that manifests as arms locking around the elf's waist and pulling him over and into the couch, landing him where Dorian had been posed only moments ago.
Necessarily, the kiss is broken, giving them a pause. Some of Zevran's makeup has been redistributed, by now, but not quite as messily on Dorian as it is on Zevran. Judging by the crooked smile that Dorian gives him, it isn't a bad look.
Settled on him like Zevran is his prey, freshly caught, in need of guarding, he reeeaches to collect up his wine that had been set aside, checking how much is left. ]