The right gets his lingering attention, working as hard as he can to press those knots into something loose enough to manage- to stroke them away in slow passes of his forearms and elbows. It takes some doing, a few muttered swears in Antivan before they submit, but submit they do. He gives himself a moment to glow with genuine pride before he moves to massage the tendons where hip meets groin.
"Mmm? Ah, Uragano? Hurricane. A wild storm with a peaceful and silent eye that reshapes the seas, sky, and whatever land it touches- and leaves a bit of a ruin in it's wake." He's seen them before, the storms, the aftermath. "You reshape me. Ruin me- in the best way- and have a peaceful eye. It seemed fitting."
He should be proud. He should be very, very proud, and Taas can finally show his appreciation now that the elf was close enough for him to touch. The warrior doesn't go for anything overly sexual, though, instead gently running thick fingers through that hair with a fond smile. "Hurricane, huh? I like it." It fit better than he could really express, so he hopes that Zevran understands.
The feel of more muscles loosening up was amazing, and he groans softly as another tight area gives under those skilled hands. Taas was starting to wonder if he was ever going to be able to leave this bed again if Zevran was going to relax him so thoroughly.
There was still some blood in his cock, head peeking just a bit from the feeling of the hands and the closeness and the fact that the elf was hot as hell, but sex had mostly been forgotten in exchange for this slow transformation to a large qunari puddle.
Zevran tips his head enough to drop a kiss against Taas' wrist, glad he'd taken out his braid earlier. It made such touches easier and less likely to be caught up; and he did so enjoy Taas stroking or tugging on his hair when they were together. "I thought you might. Can you read what I am saying or ought I say it slower?"
He's happy to do so, just as he is happy to give Taas' hips his due attention, massaging out tension while he works his way up that broad abdomen- and perhaps a teasing swipe to his filling cock. He must not forget why he'd brought Taas back here or what he promised, after all. But if sinking back and lazing is what Taas wishes? That is what he shall have. It's been some time since he's lavished this much attention and affection on a lover but- Taas has been good to him, good for him when he's needed it. As a friend he feels he owes him this in turn.
That little kiss makes him smile, and damn if he wasn't fond of this pretty elf and everything he was. Attractive, dangerous, kind. So kind to a brute like him, eager for his touch yet willing to do something like this. To treat him like a person and not just a warrior or a strange fancy.
Taas reaches down to stroke Zevran's cheek on the side with his tattoo. "I'm not sure. I think it's..." he has to pause, sliding his thumb over those fine lips. They were easy to pay attention to, enticing in how they curved over some words and swallowed back others. "U-ra-ga-no." The pronunciation is way, way off, but the letters were correct.
He's still smiling as the elf moves upwards, and he even laughs at the swipe over his dick. It makes it a bit more interested, but smooth hands on his thick midsection still holds most of Taas' attention. He wasn't a beast - besides, it was quite curious to see those fingers measured with the scars that crisscrossed here and there. Paler than his deep brown skin, nearly a match to Zevran's.
The muscles here were hard, built into a steel core for that axe swing and meant to lift heavy objects rather than to look pretty.
Zevran knows better than most what it is to be seen as less. He's spent most of his life being seen thus and even now? There are those that look at him in such a light. To reduce someone he enjoyed to a similar state was beyond impolite and not something he's ever willing to do. Especially when they've been as kind to him as Taas.
They say you always remember your first and hold some sentiment for them- Taas is the first of his kind, a warrior of his size and temperament, that Zevran has ever enjoyed. So perhaps there is a shred of deeper fondness he does not look at too deeply. It is better like this, the casual enjoyment- all the more so with the swipe of Taas' thumb over his mouth. He shapes the word easily, stopping to pull the pad of Taas' thumb between his lips to such on the salty warm skin there for a moment. A tinge of heat, the tang of something clean and almost metallic that he's never quite placed lingers on his tongue.
Here the muscles were harder, the tension knotted tighter- it takes a good deal of work with his elbows and a narrowed eye focus he normally reserves for winding his traps and placing them properly- but he sees it done. The tendons smoothed out, the knotted muscle worked into something looser, easier. "That is just about the shape of it."
If he didn't already know that Zevran was a rogue, he'd have sworn the man was a mage with the way he could turn years and years of tension to a smooth, relaxed state that the warrior didn't even get in his sleep these days. Taas groans in appreciation, tipping his head back a bit and just barely misses scraping his horns in the bed frame.
"Fuck, this feels so good," he admits while his thick fingers trail a pointed ear framed by golden hair. "How about that. It seems you're quite able to reshape a friendly shore just as well as a karasaad." Taas smiles as he's smooths his hands down to Zevran's waist and pulls him a little bit closer.
Warmed by oil and senses flowing with the scent from the incense, the taste of the brandy, the feeling of silk sheets and a warm body straddling him, it's like he's nestled in another reality. If anyone found out that this was how you got him to completely and utterly drop his guard, he'd be a dead man within the month.
"Different skills are involved but- mmmm." He tilts his head into Taas' hand, shivering openly, easily. He's never been quite so honest with his reactions as he has been around Taas, not without being fucked outside of his mind already. But here? It is safe to do so. Before he loses the hand entirely he turns to press a kiss to his palm. Rough and calloused and so very warm as it slides down along ribs that have long since been healed, the stitches and scars inked over again- leaving him perfect.
Not a scratch or bruise save those Taas might give him.
He has to lean away to pour more oil into his palm, warmed and slick against his skin, softening the scars along Taas' chest as he works it into his pectorals, lingering a bit around his nipples to satisfy his own fascination with the way the skin there is dusky and softer, somehow, than the rest. "But I think I enjoy this just as much as when you reshape me."
Damn. Just. Damn. Zevran was going to kill him if he kept looking that good, leaning so prettily, kissing his hand... he didn't seem to have any guard up either, free to show how he felt. At least that was what Taas was hoping, because the elf looked happy. Safe.
...and fuck, if he isn't perfect with that gold hair and tan skin adorned with tattoos. So many, curving over his side and hiding scars he could only feel if he ran his hand down that chest. Hidden, forgotten. Healed.
Then the clever hands are on his chest, the warm oil leaving the wide expanse nice and smooth as the fingers found and unraveled the little kinks in his muscles. A tease at his nipples and the warrior doesn't even hold back the appreciative little groan. That was nice.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move after this. You should come sit on my face when you're done." He's pretty certain Zevran can't massage his tongue into the Fade like he had done with the rest of his body... but who knows?
"With an invitation like that, how can I possibly refuse?" He crackles a laugh, pulling himself up high enough to sit on Taas' ribs and work the lastbit of tension from his chest- much like he had for his legs earlier he turns his attention to one shoulder, working out every knot with careful placement of hands and forearms, going so far as to brace Taas' elbow against his thigh to give him the leverage for a forceful stroke. Hands, now.
Hands earned their own attention, working out tendons, smoothing oil over callouses- and dropping a kiss to the center of his palm. One side and then the other before he slumps- panting for the effort but infinitely pleased.
Worth it. Worth every bit of work he's poured into this.
Oil slick hands cradle Taas' face as he leans in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that's more affectionate and chaste than his usual. Give him a moment to enjoy this.
Taas is willing to give him as many moments as he wants, wrapping one arm around the elf and giving a very content sigh into that sweet little kiss. He was shiny and warm all over, each muscle singing with relief from the tensions and struggle they had held for years.
(He's making serious plans about going to Antiva to retire if he gets old.)
The qunari is honestly in no hurry to continue this and it didn't seem like Zevran was, either - so he gently pulls the elf down with him to just relax and enjoy it. Sex wasn't as much for his sake as it was for Zevran's, after all. Taas already felt like he had been in a constant low-key climax since those hands and touched his foot.
Zevran crackles a soft laugh against Taas' mouth to be pulled down against him properly- but he moves as he's bid, tucking himself against Taas' chest, hands slipping back to massage the nape of his neck, the base of his skull. Slow, teasing touches to gently comb out his hair or the rather fascinating situation that is the tension of muscles just around horns.
It's new, he hasn't been trained on how to treat that- so he improvises with the usual gentle scalp massage. Because he wants to. Because it's Taas. All while nipping at his lips, chastity giving way to playful affection.
He smiles into those little nips, brushing over Zevran's own lip for a lazy kiss. He felt so utterly relaxed and he could probably fall asleep just like this - nimble fingers in his hair and tracing around his horns. When the elf starts to massage the base of the curled horns, he groans slightly and leans into the touch. That was a sorely neglected area.
"Mm... I have never been this relaxed. Ever. Probably not even when unconscious." He chuckles, stealing another lazy, affectionate kiss. "I'm utterly impressed... and beaten."
Zevran has to lean away so that Taas might see him- but it is a small price to pay to see that lazy smile, that quiet contentment. Knowing that he put it there, that he's wrung out every last bit of tension left in the man? Satisfies that tiny part of him desperate to please, to serve, that craves approval. The rest of him is simply glowing with pride at having managed the feat.
"And this, Uragano, is how Antivans conquer." With luxury, with warmth, with sensual hands and smirking lips and a fair deal more fondness than even Zevran quite expected. "Now whatever shall I do with my spoils, mmm..."
He should be proud. Very, very proud. Taas is complete putty in the elf's hands, brought apart by touches and scents and warmed Antivan brandy in a tiny fragile cup. Ruined, reshaped underneath the touch of such an artist. It was very different from how the qunari conquered, but in the end? The results seemed the same.
He was at Zevran's mercy, now. It makes him smile, watching the elf enjoy his victory. Such a beautiful, beautiful man. It's surprising how fond he had gotten of him, and it was something new to explore. Enjoy. For now.
"I think you said something about sitting on your face, yes?" Remembering well the work Taas did with his mouth when given leave to do so- as surprising as it had been the first time Zevran had been far too eager to move on to really let either of them sink in and enjoy it. Lazy as they were both feeling now, they can take their time, be slow and thorough.
Zevran leans down for one last soft kiss before leaning back to unlace his leathers, peeling himself out of them in a careful show of dexterous flexibility. "Is this still on the table- or shall I ride your fingers?"
The qunari looks at the elf with a soft smile, nodding a little. "Oh, yes. I want you right on my face, thighs around my head as I eat you out." He lazily wiggles a few fingers. "...and I'm pretty sure I can do a little of both, whatever makes you feel good."
Oh, how he likes watching those leathers slide off that well-toned body, baring more tattoos and tan skin for him to enjoy. He takes his time to just slide his hands over the lovely thighs as soon as they are bare, clasping the elf's ass in far too big hands.
Taas feels so, so good right now, and he definitely wants to share that feeling.
"Mmm. Dealer's choice, I think. Either way I shall be quite pleased." Zevran leans up one last time to press his lips to Taas' before he pulls himself up from waist to chest to shoulders, hands braced on the headboard as he works his body into position. Taas' hands so warm and his breath so hot- Zevran's cock is half full against his thigh, dragging before he adjusts himself.
Held like this till he's given word- or until Taas tugs him down, Zevran waits with a low sigh. "Move me however you need, yes? There is oil on the nightstand."
He almost purrs into that kiss before Zevran moves to get into a nice position for them both. This way, he can grab those nice hips and guide him down to kiss the inner thigh, feeling the warmth from the elf's body. He smelled like the oil and the incense, relaxing and intoxicating at the same time. The warrior mouths over the tan skin, leaving a little trail of hickeys before he tugs Zevran down closer.
Taas can't quite help the small groan as his face is filled with everything Zevran. This way he can slide his tongue from the back of the elf's balls to his hole, strong but relaxed arms holding his lover steady. There was something utterly delicious about this, the scents and the warmth of skin against skin.
He guides Zevran with touches to his hips and a grasp of his ass, teasingly flicking his tongue against the elf's hole. He was going to drag this out and make Zevran feel as spoiled as he was.
Arms braced against the wall behind the headboard Zevran shivers- tipping his thighs apart as needed for more of those biting, bruising kisses. He'd feel them for days after and that? Is what he needs. A little reminder of this lover, of what he enjoys in Taas. That controlled force.
A pity Taas cannot hear him moan, but he's learned to show in other ways how good this is. The hitch of his hips, the trembling of his thighs as every lick has him gasping. No furious conquest, this. Lazy, easy, and with the sheer warmth and size of Taas supporting him? Zevran stops trying to hold himself up, letting Taas move him as he needs, following him in every subtle nudge and press.
Taas rubs his fingers over those nice thighs, stroking one hand up to grab a hip as he angles the elf a little better to slide a little bit of his tongue inside him. He groans against the sensitive flesh, running the tip only at the inside of the rim and not going any further for now.
He was going to take his sweet time with this nice ass.
As much as he wishes he could hear the moans, the way Zevran's body quivers and how the way Taas can feel him draw breath is pretty damn hot. Moving the hand from his hip, he drags a calloused finger over the underside of the elf's cock while flicking his tongue a little bit deeper inside to tease.
Zevran's breath stutters in his chest as it always does- not a finger, not a toy, not a cock- thin and hot and curling in ways those things cannot. To have this given, sweetly and freely, is not something he'll ever take for granted.
Intermittent shudders against Taas' hands holding him offer what his voice cannot, his toes curling against the lazy flick of that heated tongue, pressing against Taas' chest or catching in the sheets- cock stiff and beading with precum already, jerking with the sudden swell of sensation. It takes everything not to grind down- to not demand more- but he had taken his time.
What can he say, Taas loves things like this. Exploring people with every part of himself, feeling the quiver of strong thighs around his head, the jolt going through the body above at a specifically nice spot. The fact that if was Zevran, who had taken such sweet, sweet care of him made it so much better.
Slipping his tongue free for a moment, he places heated kisses at the perineum and then at the underside of the elf's balls, trying to not rub his horns anywhere uncomfortable. The hand at Zevran's cock wraps around it, stealing some of that slick precome to get a nice slide. Yet he just holds it for now, feeling the pulse run through the hard flesh.
Seemingly pleased at that, he runs his tongue against the skin all the way back to the elf's hole, returning to tease and push inside.
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"Mmm? Ah, Uragano? Hurricane. A wild storm with a peaceful and silent eye that reshapes the seas, sky, and whatever land it touches- and leaves a bit of a ruin in it's wake." He's seen them before, the storms, the aftermath. "You reshape me. Ruin me- in the best way- and have a peaceful eye. It seemed fitting."
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The feel of more muscles loosening up was amazing, and he groans softly as another tight area gives under those skilled hands. Taas was starting to wonder if he was ever going to be able to leave this bed again if Zevran was going to relax him so thoroughly.
There was still some blood in his cock, head peeking just a bit from the feeling of the hands and the closeness and the fact that the elf was hot as hell, but sex had mostly been forgotten in exchange for this slow transformation to a large qunari puddle.
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He's happy to do so, just as he is happy to give Taas' hips his due attention, massaging out tension while he works his way up that broad abdomen- and perhaps a teasing swipe to his filling cock. He must not forget why he'd brought Taas back here or what he promised, after all. But if sinking back and lazing is what Taas wishes? That is what he shall have. It's been some time since he's lavished this much attention and affection on a lover but- Taas has been good to him, good for him when he's needed it. As a friend he feels he owes him this in turn.
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Taas reaches down to stroke Zevran's cheek on the side with his tattoo. "I'm not sure. I think it's..." he has to pause, sliding his thumb over those fine lips. They were easy to pay attention to, enticing in how they curved over some words and swallowed back others. "U-ra-ga-no." The pronunciation is way, way off, but the letters were correct.
He's still smiling as the elf moves upwards, and he even laughs at the swipe over his dick. It makes it a bit more interested, but smooth hands on his thick midsection still holds most of Taas' attention. He wasn't a beast - besides, it was quite curious to see those fingers measured with the scars that crisscrossed here and there. Paler than his deep brown skin, nearly a match to Zevran's.
The muscles here were hard, built into a steel core for that axe swing and meant to lift heavy objects rather than to look pretty.
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They say you always remember your first and hold some sentiment for them- Taas is the first of his kind, a warrior of his size and temperament, that Zevran has ever enjoyed. So perhaps there is a shred of deeper fondness he does not look at too deeply. It is better like this, the casual enjoyment- all the more so with the swipe of Taas' thumb over his mouth. He shapes the word easily, stopping to pull the pad of Taas' thumb between his lips to such on the salty warm skin there for a moment. A tinge of heat, the tang of something clean and almost metallic that he's never quite placed lingers on his tongue.
Here the muscles were harder, the tension knotted tighter- it takes a good deal of work with his elbows and a narrowed eye focus he normally reserves for winding his traps and placing them properly- but he sees it done. The tendons smoothed out, the knotted muscle worked into something looser, easier. "That is just about the shape of it."
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"Fuck, this feels so good," he admits while his thick fingers trail a pointed ear framed by golden hair. "How about that. It seems you're quite able to reshape a friendly shore just as well as a karasaad." Taas smiles as he's smooths his hands down to Zevran's waist and pulls him a little bit closer.
Warmed by oil and senses flowing with the scent from the incense, the taste of the brandy, the feeling of silk sheets and a warm body straddling him, it's like he's nestled in another reality. If anyone found out that this was how you got him to completely and utterly drop his guard, he'd be a dead man within the month.
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Not a scratch or bruise save those Taas might give him.
He has to lean away to pour more oil into his palm, warmed and slick against his skin, softening the scars along Taas' chest as he works it into his pectorals, lingering a bit around his nipples to satisfy his own fascination with the way the skin there is dusky and softer, somehow, than the rest. "But I think I enjoy this just as much as when you reshape me."
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...and fuck, if he isn't perfect with that gold hair and tan skin adorned with tattoos. So many, curving over his side and hiding scars he could only feel if he ran his hand down that chest. Hidden, forgotten. Healed.
Then the clever hands are on his chest, the warm oil leaving the wide expanse nice and smooth as the fingers found and unraveled the little kinks in his muscles. A tease at his nipples and the warrior doesn't even hold back the appreciative little groan. That was nice.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move after this. You should come sit on my face when you're done." He's pretty certain Zevran can't massage his tongue into the Fade like he had done with the rest of his body... but who knows?
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Hands earned their own attention, working out tendons, smoothing oil over callouses- and dropping a kiss to the center of his palm. One side and then the other before he slumps- panting for the effort but infinitely pleased.
Worth it. Worth every bit of work he's poured into this.
Oil slick hands cradle Taas' face as he leans in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that's more affectionate and chaste than his usual. Give him a moment to enjoy this.
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(He's making serious plans about going to Antiva to retire if he gets old.)
The qunari is honestly in no hurry to continue this and it didn't seem like Zevran was, either - so he gently pulls the elf down with him to just relax and enjoy it. Sex wasn't as much for his sake as it was for Zevran's, after all. Taas already felt like he had been in a constant low-key climax since those hands and touched his foot.
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It's new, he hasn't been trained on how to treat that- so he improvises with the usual gentle scalp massage. Because he wants to. Because it's Taas. All while nipping at his lips, chastity giving way to playful affection.
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"Mm... I have never been this relaxed. Ever. Probably not even when unconscious." He chuckles, stealing another lazy, affectionate kiss. "I'm utterly impressed... and beaten."
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"And this, Uragano, is how Antivans conquer." With luxury, with warmth, with sensual hands and smirking lips and a fair deal more fondness than even Zevran quite expected. "Now whatever shall I do with my spoils, mmm..."
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He was at Zevran's mercy, now. It makes him smile, watching the elf enjoy his victory. Such a beautiful, beautiful man. It's surprising how fond he had gotten of him, and it was something new to explore. Enjoy. For now.
"You definitely deserve a reward..."
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Zevran leans down for one last soft kiss before leaning back to unlace his leathers, peeling himself out of them in a careful show of dexterous flexibility. "Is this still on the table- or shall I ride your fingers?"
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Oh, how he likes watching those leathers slide off that well-toned body, baring more tattoos and tan skin for him to enjoy. He takes his time to just slide his hands over the lovely thighs as soon as they are bare, clasping the elf's ass in far too big hands.
Taas feels so, so good right now, and he definitely wants to share that feeling.
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Held like this till he's given word- or until Taas tugs him down, Zevran waits with a low sigh. "Move me however you need, yes? There is oil on the nightstand."
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Taas can't quite help the small groan as his face is filled with everything Zevran. This way he can slide his tongue from the back of the elf's balls to his hole, strong but relaxed arms holding his lover steady. There was something utterly delicious about this, the scents and the warmth of skin against skin.
He guides Zevran with touches to his hips and a grasp of his ass, teasingly flicking his tongue against the elf's hole. He was going to drag this out and make Zevran feel as spoiled as he was.
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A pity Taas cannot hear him moan, but he's learned to show in other ways how good this is. The hitch of his hips, the trembling of his thighs as every lick has him gasping. No furious conquest, this. Lazy, easy, and with the sheer warmth and size of Taas supporting him? Zevran stops trying to hold himself up, letting Taas move him as he needs, following him in every subtle nudge and press.
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He was going to take his sweet time with this nice ass.
As much as he wishes he could hear the moans, the way Zevran's body quivers and how the way Taas can feel him draw breath is pretty damn hot. Moving the hand from his hip, he drags a calloused finger over the underside of the elf's cock while flicking his tongue a little bit deeper inside to tease.
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Intermittent shudders against Taas' hands holding him offer what his voice cannot, his toes curling against the lazy flick of that heated tongue, pressing against Taas' chest or catching in the sheets- cock stiff and beading with precum already, jerking with the sudden swell of sensation. It takes everything not to grind down- to not demand more- but he had taken his time.
Letting Taas do the same is only fair.
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Slipping his tongue free for a moment, he places heated kisses at the perineum and then at the underside of the elf's balls, trying to not rub his horns anywhere uncomfortable. The hand at Zevran's cock wraps around it, stealing some of that slick precome to get a nice slide. Yet he just holds it for now, feeling the pulse run through the hard flesh.
Seemingly pleased at that, he runs his tongue against the skin all the way back to the elf's hole, returning to tease and push inside.