"Have not given yourself the time to enjoy them." He turned enough to brush his lips against Michel's forehead in a fond caress before his lips were taken properly. Even with his reservations and newness to this, Michel was eager if nothing else. Affectionate. Zevran had to appreciate this shade in the Chevalier- and consider how he might manipulate it. The thought was an idle one he had in every situation with every person, much how he considered how he might kill them should he have a need to do so.
But laid out bare and beautiful on his sheets- well. He pushed such thoughts aside in favor of slicking his palms with oil and leaning over Michel- slipping his gloved palms from his collars in a long sweep down his chest. Spreading it about flushed, fair skin until it glistened in the room's low light. Gently he rubbed the oil into Michel's skin, chasing the knots of tension about his collar and shoulders; his pectorals and ribs. "Take deep breaths, mm? Try to relax."
As though he wasn't aiming to make each breath shallow and fevered in time.
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Date: 2016-01-12 11:53 pm (UTC)But laid out bare and beautiful on his sheets- well. He pushed such thoughts aside in favor of slicking his palms with oil and leaning over Michel- slipping his gloved palms from his collars in a long sweep down his chest. Spreading it about flushed, fair skin until it glistened in the room's low light. Gently he rubbed the oil into Michel's skin, chasing the knots of tension about his collar and shoulders; his pectorals and ribs. "Take deep breaths, mm? Try to relax."
As though he wasn't aiming to make each breath shallow and fevered in time.