Arms braced against the wall behind the headboard Zevran shivers- tipping his thighs apart as needed for more of those biting, bruising kisses. He'd feel them for days after and that? Is what he needs. A little reminder of this lover, of what he enjoys in Taas. That controlled force.

A pity Taas cannot hear him moan, but he's learned to show in other ways how good this is. The hitch of his hips, the trembling of his thighs as every lick has him gasping. No furious conquest, this. Lazy, easy, and with the sheer warmth and size of Taas supporting him? Zevran stops trying to hold himself up, letting Taas move him as he needs, following him in every subtle nudge and press.