[ The jury is out, how much perversity Dorian revels in when it comes to this dynamic, but in the moment, it seems whittled down to its fundamentals -- the pinprick points of subtle, sublime discomfort as his hair is gripped, the feeling of blood-warm flesh full in his mouth, the sound of Zevran's breathing and his voice.
His hands squeeze roughly, tugging him fractionally downwards along the chaise lounge, closer, even as Zevran's hand steals some control. This is familiar too, and Dorian relaxes, riding along with the invasive presence pushing past his lips, along his tongue, hedging closer to the back of his throat. He isn't passive, in any case, mouth working, soft moans more felt than heard. ]
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Date: 2016-02-25 08:20 am (UTC)His hands squeeze roughly, tugging him fractionally downwards along the chaise lounge, closer, even as Zevran's hand steals some control. This is familiar too, and Dorian relaxes, riding along with the invasive presence pushing past his lips, along his tongue, hedging closer to the back of his throat. He isn't passive, in any case, mouth working, soft moans more felt than heard. ]