The curl of his tongue around his own fingers had been and idle, mindless exercise in tempering his desires, he was entirely unaware that the act inflamed Zevran's lust and would have been more conscious about it if he had known. Perhaps it was better that he did not, perhaps these things he did unconsciously were better left to be naturally observed. Feeling good and making an outlet for himself was entirely part of his process and sometimes being unaware of such things made it all the more wondrous when Zevran moaned, or looked at him that way. When his companion surged with need for him and he couldn't put a finger on why it was, Michel felt the humming of his own lust vibrate through his body, blood singing in his veins.
"Ah...?" It didn't take much convincing to roll the Chevalier over onto his back, though it did distract him from his fingers, the only evidence now that he'd been sucking on them was the moist remnant of the activity on his lips. He gazed at Zevran, eyes slowly coming into focus as he watched him undressing hurriedly and then that beautiful body was straddling him. His cock gave an interested jump in response to the scene that was playing out before him, the way his bedmate was flushed and laden with desire and then he began fingering himself. A gasp found its way past Michel's lips before he could help himself and he extended one hand to briefly, delicately run his fingers along the length of Zevran's cock. His fingers followed the lines of his tattoos from base to tip where he swiped at the precum welling up there.
There was a powerful urge to pull Zevran down against him and kiss him breathless, an urge that battled with a need to watch him just like this. The longer he battled with this urge, the easier it was to be taken off guard when Zevran caught the fingers he'd been sucking on not long ago, still moist. It was surreal to watch Zevran guide his hand, watch his finger sink into that soft, oiled up warmth...tight, inviting...and he didn't resist. The fingers that had been lightly stroking Zevran's cock moments before drifted upwards to the assassin's face where he traced the elf's soft lips, smearing the dewy fluid there, "yes...yes..."
Anything. He followed Zevran's prompting, finger searching, twisting, pressing deep and seeking out the same bundle of nerves that brought Michel so much pleasure, "...so beautiful..."
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Date: 2016-02-25 01:55 am (UTC)"Ah...?" It didn't take much convincing to roll the Chevalier over onto his back, though it did distract him from his fingers, the only evidence now that he'd been sucking on them was the moist remnant of the activity on his lips. He gazed at Zevran, eyes slowly coming into focus as he watched him undressing hurriedly and then that beautiful body was straddling him. His cock gave an interested jump in response to the scene that was playing out before him, the way his bedmate was flushed and laden with desire and then he began fingering himself. A gasp found its way past Michel's lips before he could help himself and he extended one hand to briefly, delicately run his fingers along the length of Zevran's cock. His fingers followed the lines of his tattoos from base to tip where he swiped at the precum welling up there.
There was a powerful urge to pull Zevran down against him and kiss him breathless, an urge that battled with a need to watch him just like this. The longer he battled with this urge, the easier it was to be taken off guard when Zevran caught the fingers he'd been sucking on not long ago, still moist. It was surreal to watch Zevran guide his hand, watch his finger sink into that soft, oiled up warmth...tight, inviting...and he didn't resist. The fingers that had been lightly stroking Zevran's cock moments before drifted upwards to the assassin's face where he traced the elf's soft lips, smearing the dewy fluid there, "yes...yes..."
Anything. He followed Zevran's prompting, finger searching, twisting, pressing deep and seeking out the same bundle of nerves that brought Michel so much pleasure, "...so beautiful..."