Gavin groaned softly - head tilting to give Zevran better access to his throat, the muscles in his abdomen twitching almost as if the touch tickled. His flush had spread, and he chuckled lowly as he slipped his hands back behind him, running them up Zevran's thighs.

"You're one to talk," he muttered, pretending to complain but who could actually complain about how good looking Zevran was. The man beautified the world by existing.