It trailed off into tightly wound incoherent moaning soon enough, Michel's name, his endearment, twining around stuttered gasps and bone deep groans in the usual lilting fall of his voice. Zevran made no attempt to quiet himself, he did not care if anyone overheard. Did not care if anyone happened upon them- he had this. All he needed in this moment was Michel's hands and that mouth curling tight around him, the press of his lips, the flat trailing of his tongue teasing inked lines lighting him up from the inside like a brand. There was no aching drag of the beam behind him, no cramps in his legs from holding fast to Michel's ribs- only the chevalier's mouth.
"Please-" Please more, please now, please stop so that he could catch his breath- Zevran could not say why the word was wrung from him like blood from a stone- but it was none the less. As much as the whole of his mouth had driven sense from him it was the earnest appreciation, the eagerness despite a lack of solid skill that had him pulsing against Michel's tongue, curving around his head.
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Date: 2016-03-01 02:49 am (UTC)"Please-" Please more, please now, please stop so that he could catch his breath- Zevran could not say why the word was wrung from him like blood from a stone- but it was none the less. As much as the whole of his mouth had driven sense from him it was the earnest appreciation, the eagerness despite a lack of solid skill that had him pulsing against Michel's tongue, curving around his head.