[ Dorian nudges his hips up just a little to allow room for Zevran's hand, even as his head bows, breath warm against Zevran's sweet smelling neck. His mouth roams against where his pulse can be felt beneath his tongue, a little indistinct in his nuzzling, and the breathy laugh smothered there will tickle.
He lifts his head in time for that grip to firm up, tilting his hips into it. ]
You're a clever man, [ he echoes, in call back. Balanced on elbows on either side of Zevran, his hand reaches inwards to curl a finger around an errant strand of mousy-dyed hair, pulling it back from where it sticks against the elf's cheek. And then reaches again, knuckles gently smearing back the makeup that covers tattoos showing faintly through. ] I'm certain you'll think of something.
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He lifts his head in time for that grip to firm up, tilting his hips into it. ]
You're a clever man, [ he echoes, in call back. Balanced on elbows on either side of Zevran, his hand reaches inwards to curl a finger around an errant strand of mousy-dyed hair, pulling it back from where it sticks against the elf's cheek. And then reaches again, knuckles gently smearing back the makeup that covers tattoos showing faintly through. ] I'm certain you'll think of something.