"Oh ho? We can arrange that if you wish." Later. For now he wanted to see where Gavin would take this. How far his initiative would go. Shirtless the continued winding of his tattoo is revealed, arcing in abstract patterns of talons and feathers, daggers and beaks. Laid in little by little where he would feel it most in such a way to leave him shivering for the attention.

For now he was content to ride Gavin's thigh, press his erection against the firm muscle he could feel there and continue to draw his hands through his hair. Red like rusted copper- like dried blood. Were he fair and fine and more confident he likely wouldn't have been so agreeable. But he was tanned and cute and subtly awkward, much like Alistair. It made him all the more alluring.