That made him chuckle, and he was very carefully as he undid the clasps and pulled Zevran's shirt off that side - purposely keeping from jostling it.
"I'll be honest, usually I'm on the other end of the rope," He replied, a lopsided grin on his lips as he slowly rubbed his thigh against Zevran's groin. The fact that Zevran was basically letting him have his own way for the time being caused a low level surge of anticipation to run through him - knowing that there was more coming, later, being held back. (It was very erotic.)
"But I think we can manage without sending you back to the healers." Once the shirt was free, his lips went right back to that tattoo - following its trail down Zevran's chest. (His very, very well put together chest.)
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Date: 2015-10-20 11:01 pm (UTC)"I'll be honest, usually I'm on the other end of the rope," He replied, a lopsided grin on his lips as he slowly rubbed his thigh against Zevran's groin. The fact that Zevran was basically letting him have his own way for the time being caused a low level surge of anticipation to run through him - knowing that there was more coming, later, being held back. (It was very erotic.)
"But I think we can manage without sending you back to the healers." Once the shirt was free, his lips went right back to that tattoo - following its trail down Zevran's chest. (His very, very well put together chest.)