Gavin wet his lips as they pulled into a grin, shifting his own weight onto his knees to give them both space - and made quick work of those laces, trying not to get too distracted by Zevran's fingers on his cock. He pulled the leathers down, pushing them far enough so that Zevran could kick them off, and let himself take in the sight for a moment, before bending down to teeth at the tattoo where it crossed Zevran's collarbone. His palm pressed against the newly revealed flesh, taking the entirety of Zevran's erection into hand and then giving it a good, reverent stroke.

The tattoo really did go all the way down.

Creators, but he wanted to taste it.

"Must have hurt," He murmured as he started tracing that tattoo south again.