"Well, it's beautiful," Gavin said, with the sort of blunt-faced honesty that he often made such proclamations in. It was beautiful and so was Zevran - though he did indeed avoid the bruises and the shoulder than the elf had pointed out earlier, instead slowly shifting down Zevran's body as he followed that tattoo lower and lower until his breath was hot on Zevran's abdomen and his lips had found the very base of the elf's cock - which had the unfortunate side effect of meaning that he'd pulled his body away from those sweet fingers of his, but - well. He was presently a little distracted. With a groan he ran his tongue down one of the thorns on Zevran's cock.