Zevran crackles a soft laugh against Taas' mouth to be pulled down against him properly- but he moves as he's bid, tucking himself against Taas' chest, hands slipping back to massage the nape of his neck, the base of his skull. Slow, teasing touches to gently comb out his hair or the rather fascinating situation that is the tension of muscles just around horns.

It's new, he hasn't been trained on how to treat that- so he improvises with the usual gentle scalp massage. Because he wants to. Because it's Taas. All while nipping at his lips, chastity giving way to playful affection.