[ He will sketch those eyes, the plush ruin of his lips, the mess of curls- later. Much, much later. For now he has Dorian on him, over him, pressed tight and biting at his lips that he parts easily for that bitter tang, that thrusting tongue. Zevran can't ask for anything better than this, a lean body over him as he yields sweetly, languid in his satiation.
Not so much to ignore the pressing matter at hand (ha), he reaches down to palm Dorian's cock, fingertips fluttering light and delicate around the thick shape of him. ]
Now whatever shall we do with this, mm?
[ Options are many and he has several vague ideas- for the moment he's far more interested in watching the play of light over Dorian's face as he flips from idle squeezing to intent, finessed stroking. ]
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Not so much to ignore the pressing matter at hand (ha), he reaches down to palm Dorian's cock, fingertips fluttering light and delicate around the thick shape of him. ]
Now whatever shall we do with this, mm?
[ Options are many and he has several vague ideas- for the moment he's far more interested in watching the play of light over Dorian's face as he flips from idle squeezing to intent, finessed stroking. ]