"It requires years of careful study. One must learn the body and how it moves, how it aches, how to soothe those aches in many ways. Soreness brought on by overexertion is different than soreness from bruising or a pulled muscle. Then there are injuries old and new to consider and how to work around them, what oils work best with what kind of skin, what scents are the most pleasing." Word by word he worked his hands and lips down the length of Michel's arm, wrist to elbow to shoulder to collar- all the away until he was speaking against the underside of his jaw as his hands moved on to repeat the process on the opposite side. A fond fan of symmetry when applicable, was Zevran. The tensions that needed to be worked out were equal. The skin he wished to bite and kiss was equally fine and pale and aching for attention.
For a moment he remained, oiled hands set in their gloves against Michel's chest as he dragged his teeth over the beginnings of a love bite. Only a moment before he pulled himself up to press their lips together- a teasing glance of contact, before he sat back on his heels and worked at Michel's other arm. Fingertips to palm to wrist and again, focused and methodical in his work above all else, though not so much he cannot pause now and then to lean down and kiss Michel once more.
There was something about licking his way into the Chevalier's mouth as though he had a right to it that he found particularly pleasing, more so than having him bound and naked at his mercy.
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Date: 2016-01-23 06:10 am (UTC)For a moment he remained, oiled hands set in their gloves against Michel's chest as he dragged his teeth over the beginnings of a love bite. Only a moment before he pulled himself up to press their lips together- a teasing glance of contact, before he sat back on his heels and worked at Michel's other arm. Fingertips to palm to wrist and again, focused and methodical in his work above all else, though not so much he cannot pause now and then to lean down and kiss Michel once more.
There was something about licking his way into the Chevalier's mouth as though he had a right to it that he found particularly pleasing, more so than having him bound and naked at his mercy.