[ Zevran can, perhaps, be forgiven for not quite sorting out Dorian's tastes and habits at first glance as he might normally given how very distracting the man is to observe and by his own assumptions clouding his judgement. Humans were a certain way, human men all the more so- noble human men? So much more. It is a rare man that wishes to be guided about and uses the guise of leading to find that done. But somewhere between Dorian tugging the soaked smalls out of the way and getting his mouth on Zevran, it clicks.
Ah.
Direction. He changes tack accordingly- framing Dorian's jaw with his hand to hold steady, allowing him free reign for the moment, casually draping one long leg over Dorian's shoulder to nudge him closer with a heel along his back. This he knows, this he can do, can be-
As soon as he's not quite so distracted by that mouth. He'll need a moment.
He'll need several, moaning wanton, filthy Antivan through smudged lips, scattered scraps of Common offered as encouragement. ]
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Date: 2016-02-19 11:53 am (UTC)Ah.
Direction. He changes tack accordingly- framing Dorian's jaw with his hand to hold steady, allowing him free reign for the moment, casually draping one long leg over Dorian's shoulder to nudge him closer with a heel along his back. This he knows, this he can do, can be-
As soon as he's not quite so distracted by that mouth. He'll need a moment.
He'll need several, moaning wanton, filthy Antivan through smudged lips, scattered scraps of Common offered as encouragement. ]
Marvelous-