He had been letting himself melt into it - letting himself take the pleasure exactly as it was. Zevran had amazing hands, and knew exactly what to do with them, and Gavin really had no way of reciprocating - which Zevran seemingly had intented. He was about to say something, to try to reach behind himself, when Zevran's nails caught at the skin of his cock. His back arched, the shudder going right up his spine, his cock throbbing hotly.

He cursed something low and Dalish - unintelligible - his own nails digging into Zevran's thighs.

(The curse was very far from a complaint.)

Yes, this had been a very good idea. He was sure there was something he was worried about, somewhere, but it was so far from his mind that it may as well not have existed.

"You're going to torture me, if you don't let me touch you," He finally complained, twisting his arm to reach back behind himself, fingers searching for Zevran's crotch.