"If I was singing, you'd either be laughing or running," Gavin managed to get out, but his voice had gotten much huskier, and his back arced as Zevran found and pulled out his cock, a bead of moisture forming at the tip under that wicked thumb.

"Should see my... Backside..." Gavin tried to joke, unable to take compliments seriously, but the joke was broken by a ragged breath.