[ For all that he's dismissed Antiva and her Antivans plenty of times in the past with his brand of playful prejudice, he can't deny the music of their language, a step away from the ancient Tevene he likes to pretty his own dialogue with. More full-bodied, more literal. He isn't exactly sure what Zevran is saying, but a throaty hum of agreement reverberates through his smalls, mouthed into blood-warm skin.
From the moment of laying his hand against the oppressive cinch of the corset, Dorian's wanted to make Zevran feel it, putting his own desire aside to simmer away -- discomfort for pay off, as idly mentioned. But he doesn't give the elf the satisfaction of the full heat of his mouth against naked skin, using the friction of silk to work for him.
Dorian tips his head to allow access for Zevran's wandering hand, after a moment lifting his mouth so he can better see, replacing it again with his hand. His eyes are bright, made brighter for the deep application of kohl that hasn't yet begun to smudge. ]
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From the moment of laying his hand against the oppressive cinch of the corset, Dorian's wanted to make Zevran feel it, putting his own desire aside to simmer away -- discomfort for pay off, as idly mentioned. But he doesn't give the elf the satisfaction of the full heat of his mouth against naked skin, using the friction of silk to work for him.
Dorian tips his head to allow access for Zevran's wandering hand, after a moment lifting his mouth so he can better see, replacing it again with his hand. His eyes are bright, made brighter for the deep application of kohl that hasn't yet begun to smudge. ]