[ There is that tell- familiar enough from partner to partner, dalliance to dalliance for Zevran to roll as much with the motion as he's moved. It gives him a moment to fall back and pose a little in the dim light, head tipped against the sofa, arms looped easily about Dorian's shoulders, one long, bare thigh hooked about his waist for leverage. The filmy fabric of his gown coils under and around his shoulders, draping less artful than Zevran might like but it has been some time since he's done this in a dress. A little disarray is permitted.
It lends the requisite honesty this deserves as it is, above all else, an honest attraction that has led them here.
Again he combs his fingers through Dorian's hair, eyes warm as he tugs more of the black silk loose. The corset he'll keep on- it's too much effort to lace himself back in afterward- but the dress and the robes? Need to go. Dorian will find a fair third of the glass left while Zevran finds the room to shrug out of the lingering gauze of his gown. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 09:00 am (UTC)It lends the requisite honesty this deserves as it is, above all else, an honest attraction that has led them here.
Again he combs his fingers through Dorian's hair, eyes warm as he tugs more of the black silk loose. The corset he'll keep on- it's too much effort to lace himself back in afterward- but the dress and the robes? Need to go. Dorian will find a fair third of the glass left while Zevran finds the room to shrug out of the lingering gauze of his gown. ]