Marks are welcome- excellent. At every reassurance it's enjoyed it makes the grazes of his nails and teeth happen more often as he works his way from Cyril's lips to his angle of his jaw, the curve of his throat. Fitting his lips over the fluttering of his pulse satisfies some visceral urge in him that he squashes for now.
Treasuring. Ravishing and treasuring. A tender love bite, not a mauling.
He does grin at the hand in his hair, pausing long enough to reach back and unfasten the braid, letting the long blond strands fall about them. Cyril is free to play with it as he wishes while Zevran busies himself with working thin red lines along his ribs with his nails and a bruise upon his throat.
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Date: 2015-10-18 07:36 am (UTC)Treasuring. Ravishing and treasuring. A tender love bite, not a mauling.
He does grin at the hand in his hair, pausing long enough to reach back and unfasten the braid, letting the long blond strands fall about them. Cyril is free to play with it as he wishes while Zevran busies himself with working thin red lines along his ribs with his nails and a bruise upon his throat.