[ Up close, Dorian takes note of the details of ink, a temporary derailment that is nonetheless underscored by the rub and grip of his hand, reflexively squeezing thickening flesh through the silk as his eyes wander along markings he finds on skin. Visibly intrigued, a little aside from the sex.
But only a little. His hand is not distracted, intent to build friction and warmth before he leans in to feel, open mouthed, Zevran's cock through the silky fabric, an immediate intensity of warm and damp. He's beyond the point where he might feel badly about this, doing this for an elf, doing this for a man.
It may come later, before drinking or during, but for now, his mouth and his hand work in tandem, cupping the swell of tightening flesh low between Zevran's legs as his lips shape around the still trapped tip, tongue flicking, the presence of teeth gentled by barrier of saliva warm silk. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 10:23 am (UTC)But only a little. His hand is not distracted, intent to build friction and warmth before he leans in to feel, open mouthed, Zevran's cock through the silky fabric, an immediate intensity of warm and damp. He's beyond the point where he might feel badly about this, doing this for an elf, doing this for a man.
It may come later, before drinking or during, but for now, his mouth and his hand work in tandem, cupping the swell of tightening flesh low between Zevran's legs as his lips shape around the still trapped tip, tongue flicking, the presence of teeth gentled by barrier of saliva warm silk. ]