Michel really couldn't complain, not about Zevran's attentiveness, not about his thorough exploration of the Chevalier's body. Mapping out every pleasure center, exploiting the places that Michel never would have known , never would have imagined made him weak. His limbs felt like they were made of molten liquid and he could feel himself yielding, bending to Zevran's desires, hips rubbing smoothly against silken sheets. Part of Michel knew before this was all over, these sheets would be a perfect mess, but felt good, the friction of those sheets between his thighs, the pressure of the mattress against his cock. Once Zevran got him started he couldn't stop, his entire body rolled into every thrust, from his shoulders down to his hips as he fucked the mattress as eagerly as his body desired to be fucked by Zevran's tongue.
It was a peculiar desire, a desire he shouldn't entertain so completely, he felt open and even more exposed than when Zevran had him on his back. Still, he was unable to stifle a groan each time Zevran dipped into him, exploiting him, taking him with that soft, sultry organ. It didn't have that same fullness as the assassin's cock had, but there was a sensual life to being rimmed by the elf that he couldn't deny. Perhaps he should have been embarrassed by an act that was clearly intimate and left him vulnerable with his back and ass exposed. He certainly felt like he should be, but the feelings were more gripping, knotted, and tense--like something he had no relief for and so he did indeed take it out on his fist. When he felt particularly good he bit down on his knuckles and arched his body, moans soft and endless. In a more relaxed state he continued to roll lazily against the mattress, sucking on the pads of his fingers to help sate his own oral needs.
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Date: 2016-02-24 11:35 am (UTC)It was a peculiar desire, a desire he shouldn't entertain so completely, he felt open and even more exposed than when Zevran had him on his back. Still, he was unable to stifle a groan each time Zevran dipped into him, exploiting him, taking him with that soft, sultry organ. It didn't have that same fullness as the assassin's cock had, but there was a sensual life to being rimmed by the elf that he couldn't deny. Perhaps he should have been embarrassed by an act that was clearly intimate and left him vulnerable with his back and ass exposed. He certainly felt like he should be, but the feelings were more gripping, knotted, and tense--like something he had no relief for and so he did indeed take it out on his fist. When he felt particularly good he bit down on his knuckles and arched his body, moans soft and endless. In a more relaxed state he continued to roll lazily against the mattress, sucking on the pads of his fingers to help sate his own oral needs.