It took a little shifting to kick the leathers free- but soon he was bare and warm under Gavin entirely. The tattoo swirled a long dark way down his legs, coiling about his calves and running along the tops of his feet, a single thorn from each arcing around to each sole. The work was extensive and indeed painful but he wasn't about to think about that with a hand on him and a mouth pressed to his chest.

Deft fingers squeezed the base of Gavin's cock, dragging up in a smooth, tight stroke. "Mmm, not terribly much. It's left me more sensitive than anything else." If only as a way to avoid the memory of the needles in the first place.

Zevran dragged his nails through Gavin's hair, content to let him follow that path with his mouth.