"I accept your challenge, Tesoro." So responsive- Zevran's bone deep need to find lovely things and hoard them isn't entirely appropriate here- but the one to find lovely things and ruin them? Leave the gold a little tarnished, put a crack in a fine mirror? That he looses on Cyril's skin with bitten bruises and sucked love bites down the length of his torso- hands parting Cyril's thighs to make room for him as he drags his teeth ever downward.

The curve of his hip, the divot between thigh and groin- there he stops to suck in a deep, purple bruise. It takes less work than it would for most.