[ It's more appealing than a simple falling into bed, actions mechanical and routine and selfish like so many -- not all, but many -- encounters he has had, being just one of two men simply taking from one another whatever they could steal. Here, Dorian settles his hand where directed and feeling what he can see. His gaze dips down further, where he can see the shape of Zevran concealed in silk, and the next curl of arousal he feels is sharper, a hook that sinks in deeply. ]
Visa aureum, [ --sounds like confirmation, anyway. Tevene isn't a common kind of utterance, even in Tevinter, but practice on Dorian's part has the words come easily.
His fingertips dance along exposed skin at Zevran's thigh. No magic, here, just nerves livened beneath a teasing touch, before he lays his palm gently at the intersection between thighs, feeling through silk, fingers curling. Watching, still, enjoying the slight novelty that is not only being the instigator of action, but a dominating presence, appreciating what's beneath his hands--
--while certainly, he feels, being appreciated even from below. There is a trace of a vaguely wicked smile before he settles back down, lower, close enough for his breath to be felt at the top of the elf's thigh. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 09:51 am (UTC)Visa aureum, [ --sounds like confirmation, anyway. Tevene isn't a common kind of utterance, even in Tevinter, but practice on Dorian's part has the words come easily.
His fingertips dance along exposed skin at Zevran's thigh. No magic, here, just nerves livened beneath a teasing touch, before he lays his palm gently at the intersection between thighs, feeling through silk, fingers curling. Watching, still, enjoying the slight novelty that is not only being the instigator of action, but a dominating presence, appreciating what's beneath his hands--
--while certainly, he feels, being appreciated even from below. There is a trace of a vaguely wicked smile before he settles back down, lower, close enough for his breath to be felt at the top of the elf's thigh. ]