[ This is usually his trick- mouthing a man through fabric. Of course it is not always often so fine a fabric and so fine a man with which he'd be pulling the trick- but he can certainly appreciate being on this side of the equation. Like this he can see why so many of them have their knees give out. Especially if he looks half as good doing it as Dorian, all dark hair and bright eyes, sinful lips and teasing touches.
He is teasing.
It is terribly rude- but not so much Zevran wishes to call him on it. Not while it's still fun.
Zevran sucks in a slow breath- finds that he cannot get the depth he would wish because- corset. Tries again for something slower and more even, somewhere between the loss of Dorians' mouth allowing a chill to grind into his skin along with the pleasing rasp of his hand and the heat in his eyes, Zevran finds he cannot. Shallow, almost gasping things come from parted lips- eyes burnished bronze in the candlelight a match for Dorian's. Now he does roll his hips- or attempt to do so. The restraint of the corset only makes it half as fluid as it could be- but the end result is the same. A firmer pressure for a moment, a shivering graze of Zevran's teeth over his own bottom lip- the slightest tug of his fingers hooked around the nape of Dorian's neck downward. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 10:55 am (UTC)He is teasing.
It is terribly rude- but not so much Zevran wishes to call him on it. Not while it's still fun.
Zevran sucks in a slow breath- finds that he cannot get the depth he would wish because- corset. Tries again for something slower and more even, somewhere between the loss of Dorians' mouth allowing a chill to grind into his skin along with the pleasing rasp of his hand and the heat in his eyes, Zevran finds he cannot. Shallow, almost gasping things come from parted lips- eyes burnished bronze in the candlelight a match for Dorian's. Now he does roll his hips- or attempt to do so. The restraint of the corset only makes it half as fluid as it could be- but the end result is the same. A firmer pressure for a moment, a shivering graze of Zevran's teeth over his own bottom lip- the slightest tug of his fingers hooked around the nape of Dorian's neck downward. ]