[ They are meant to draw the eye- to catch attention and hold it as much as any colorful songbird or lady in her dyed silks. To hide scars old and new under lines of pricked ink. To be pretty, to be intriguing, to be enthralling. Not that Zevran truly needs them at the moment; Dorian's as caught as the assassin in their mutual well of 'sweet maker I would ruin that given half the chance'.
And here they have a whole chance.
Nape to jaw Zevran's hand skitters, stroking the fine angle of it as he wills his hips still, too busy watching Dorian's exploration to wish to impede his wanderings with something so crass as an involuntary thrust for more. He shudders, sucking in a sharp breath at that first brush of Dorian's mouth, the heat and damp making him all the more grateful he opted for silk. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 10:35 am (UTC)And here they have a whole chance.
Nape to jaw Zevran's hand skitters, stroking the fine angle of it as he wills his hips still, too busy watching Dorian's exploration to wish to impede his wanderings with something so crass as an involuntary thrust for more. He shudders, sucking in a sharp breath at that first brush of Dorian's mouth, the heat and damp making him all the more grateful he opted for silk. ]
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