Zevran's back bowed with a bone deep whine at that last swipe, that throaty noise of Michel's pleasure branded in his memory for nights to come. Elves were sweet, Zevran took steps to ensure he remained as such with many fruits and an abundance of honey in his diet, but to have such a thing noticed and appreciated? Tore through him.
A quick drop would suffice but no, Michel took his time, lowered him with skill and care, leaving Zevran slumped back against the wooden beam, hair mussed, eyes wide, shuddering in anticipation. The soft brush of hay was but one more layer of sensation underlying the heat in Michel's eyes. Whatever he had planned- Zevran hovered on the edge of saying he would do whatever Michel asked.
Bit back the urge for in this moment? He would mean it. How could he mean such a thing?
Down Michel knelt and Zevran had to brace his shoulders against the wood, lock his knees where they wished to buckle at the heat of his mouth, burning him, branding him deeper than any of the scars or needles that marked his skin. "Michel-"
Perhaps the first time he's used the Chevalier's name. Ever it had been bello, been sun, been teasing words.
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Date: 2016-03-22 01:51 am (UTC)A quick drop would suffice but no, Michel took his time, lowered him with skill and care, leaving Zevran slumped back against the wooden beam, hair mussed, eyes wide, shuddering in anticipation. The soft brush of hay was but one more layer of sensation underlying the heat in Michel's eyes. Whatever he had planned- Zevran hovered on the edge of saying he would do whatever Michel asked.
Bit back the urge for in this moment? He would mean it. How could he mean such a thing?
Down Michel knelt and Zevran had to brace his shoulders against the wood, lock his knees where they wished to buckle at the heat of his mouth, burning him, branding him deeper than any of the scars or needles that marked his skin. "Michel-"
Perhaps the first time he's used the Chevalier's name. Ever it had been bello, been sun, been teasing words.