Gavin sucked in a breath, his pulse skipping a beat as his hands tightened on Zevran's thighs. It wasn't the position he would have chosen - unable to really reciprocate anything - but he didn't try to move away. His attention was completely focused on that hand. He would have laughed at himself for the sudden spike of arousal, but it was that exact spike that was making flippancy suddenly very hard. (Among other things.)

His lips parted, (he really should say something, he thought), but all that came out was a low groan.