[ Which is convenient, because Dorian isn't quite able to deliver much in the way of witty quips right now -- but his eyes seem to convey sensuous smirking all the same, before they close again. Fingernails dimple the skin at Zevran's thigh, blunt and sharp all at once.
With coaxing, Dorian obliges. With a slide of lips and tongue and the barest hint of teeth, he sinks Zevran deeper into that heat, one hand snaking closer so as best to close around the base of the elf's cock. Not to handle so much as mirror that same pressure, from base to tip.
The next sound he makes is more than content. A moan, genuine and low, and along with the touch of fingernails, is his own kind of coaxing. ]
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Date: 2016-02-22 12:31 pm (UTC)With coaxing, Dorian obliges. With a slide of lips and tongue and the barest hint of teeth, he sinks Zevran deeper into that heat, one hand snaking closer so as best to close around the base of the elf's cock. Not to handle so much as mirror that same pressure, from base to tip.
The next sound he makes is more than content. A moan, genuine and low, and along with the touch of fingernails, is his own kind of coaxing. ]