[ With the Corset so tight and the weight of Dorian holding him, if not still, but solidly enough that the instinctual thrusts are mere half hitches of his hips- Zevran tumbles over that peak with a drawn out moan of Dorian's name, nails scraping at the nape of his neck, head tipped back against the sofa.
Soft and easy, Dorian's mouth, with little more than halfhearted twitching thereafter before Zevran tugs on his jaw, gentle but demanding. Up where he can see, where he can taste. ]
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Date: 2016-02-28 09:23 am (UTC)Soft and easy, Dorian's mouth, with little more than halfhearted twitching thereafter before Zevran tugs on his jaw, gentle but demanding. Up where he can see, where he can taste. ]