Let it never be said Gavin wasn't thorough. It was a level of appreciation he did not often receive. More often than not it is he that is doing the work, the seducing, the appreciation- to have Gavin so intently focused, so tender was- well. It was strange but not at all unwelcome. Not at all. If anything it left him combing his fingers through Gavin's hair, teasing the tips of his ears to give back at least part of what he was given. Curled like this there wasn't much he could reach easily without straining his cut ribs, but those marks?

Those scars?

He traced with the pads of his fingers, the edges of his nails. Feeling out the hurts and shivering through each pass of Gavin's lips. Truly, he had a mouth on him. A wondrous mouth. Dripping words of low, appreciative Antivan wound down between low gasps and faint moans.