He could attempt to be cool and distant- to be stern, to be the instructor- but that is not what Michel wants of him. A more experienced partner, yes, but not that. Zevran kept his eyes warm and his smile kind- almost gentle. This was an entirely new realm Michel was exploring and a chance to be rough would come later. For now? He let Michel lean into his hand as much as he liked, murmuring soft Antivan encouragements. Soft praise before he turned his attention lower- going back over everything he learned made Michel a shuddering, begging mess the last time they'd bedded one another.
"What a pity that no one has before taken the time to lavish you with the proper attention, Soleil. But the loss of the world is my gain, yes? You are gorgeous like this." Flushed and wanting, a little uncertain and a lot eager. The best sort of lover was one that wished to please and be pleased and did not mind learning new ways to go about it. Zevran's hand dipped lower, teasing at Michel's navel, the thin skin over his hips before he leaned back and patted the bed behind him. "Lose the trousers and lie down on your back, mm? You are still so tense. I think I ought to fix that."
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"What a pity that no one has before taken the time to lavish you with the proper attention, Soleil. But the loss of the world is my gain, yes? You are gorgeous like this." Flushed and wanting, a little uncertain and a lot eager. The best sort of lover was one that wished to please and be pleased and did not mind learning new ways to go about it. Zevran's hand dipped lower, teasing at Michel's navel, the thin skin over his hips before he leaned back and patted the bed behind him. "Lose the trousers and lie down on your back, mm? You are still so tense. I think I ought to fix that."