Following was easy as the view? Immaculate. Gavin may not be the most graceful at times but there was something endearing about it; Zevran couldn't put his finger on why but he did not spare much time mulling it over. Not when he could admire his ass the entire walk to- wherever it was they were going.
Closing the door gave Zev the perfect opportunity to lean in, resting his hand against the wood alongside Gavin's face, thumb trailing against the tip of his ear- his bad arm he moved enough to curl his other hand around his hip. Very much in Gavin's space and more than happy to take point. "I was thinking, perhaps, of coaxing out a song, Bello."
He should have expected it, really - Zevran hadn't exactly beaten around the bush before - why do so now? Inwardly, he was actually relieved by it. The simplicity of it. He felt himself relaxing just thinking about it, so the smile that came to his lips was both wicked and leisurely.
"Oh, good." Zevran's almost feather-light touch against Gavin's ear was making it tingle happily. "Happy coincidence, since I've been looking forward to trying to sing for you." It was lame, and he didn't care.They both knew exactly what they wanted. The words to get there were just garnish.
He slid his own arm around Zevran's waist, pulling him closer as he leaned in to take his lips.
It was cute. Zevran did not often find himself faced with cute. How refreshing! Leaning further into Gavin was as easy as though they were old, familiar lovers- it was a dance he knew well and in leading he took only a moment to gauge what was and what wasn't to his partner's liking. If resting his hand along Gavin's jaw was permitted, if he would be allowed to control the depth of the kiss, if the idle press and leisurely glide did more for him or if the light drag of teeth earned any sultry shivers.
They had time enough for him to test everything. Why rush?
He was well, well, out of his depth. He was aware of it, but it was actually more reassurring than embarrassing. After all, it wasn't as if he was completely new to the subject either, but the ease with which Zevran deepened the kiss, that graze of teeth on his lip-
It made him think of showing off his skills with a bow to a teacher as a child.
Humbling, but not ungratifying. He chuckled against Zevran's lips as they did indeed bring shudders down his spine. "You are unfairly good at that," He accused in a quiet groan, his grip on Zevran's hip tightening.
"So I have been told." He murmured, lips just barely brushing Gavin's skin. "I take it you liked that, mm? The idea of teeth. Would you like them elsewhere, I wonder..."
Not that he waited for so much as a word from Gavin before he used his hand to angle his head slightly up and to the side, baring the side of his neck for a slow trail of nibbling kisses. Until he knew better? Light would be the way to go. Besides. This was merely the overture.
He'd been about to reply, but those teeth were distracting so instead of anything coherent, Gavin gave a small, breathless chuckle - or was that a groan? Both? Both. Probably both.
"I'd say that idea merits approval," He managed to get out, after a moment. "Though like I said - always willing to try anything once."
He ducked his head to catch Zevran's lips again before they could disappear much further, his own teeth pulling gently at the elf's bottom lip. "I refuse to be selfish," He said, though it was teasing and playful, "So if I like teeth, what should I be giving you..." His fingers splayed on Zevran's back, palm warm against the leather, as his lips sought and found the elf's earlobe, nibbling lightly.
"So much to try and only so much time to spare." Enough for what they wish- his downward path interrupted by an urging for him to return. Ever considerate he cannot help but go where he's led, nosing along all the soft skin available to him.
What does he wish? Most do not ask that. Most demand, most take, most tell him how he is to be and- he does so. The offer is a kind one; the apparent lack of expectations. It was...sweet.
Yes, that was the word. Sweet.
"I do enjoy having my hair played with and tugged- and am fond of nails dragged down my back."
"I have a feeling we'll be able to figure something out in the time alotted," He chuckled, pulling back just enough so that he could get a look at Zevran while he spoke. A soft, lopsided smile floated up onto his lips.
"Well that's good to know," He murmured, letting a hand wander up the back of Zevran's neck, fingers threading into hair. "I probably would have been terrified to ruin it, otherwise." He really did have nice hair. He let his fingers weave into it as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that rather seductive length of tattoo that teasingly wound down below Zevran's shirt.
Now that wasn't fair, for Gavin to be sweetly endearing. What hope had he of not chuckling in turn, twisting this from something at least vaguely somber and more- playful? That seemed the appropriate word.
Playful. Perhaps more than ravishing he should focus on making certain Gavin has fun. It had been some time since he last had fun with someone in the hay.
"The disheveling is part of the appeal." He reached back to unfasten his braid, letting his hair fall loose around Gavin's fingers. His own hands busied themselves with drawing his nails up the back of Gavin's scalp, ending with a careful continuation along his ears. Some enjoyed it- some did not.
Zevran's nails pulled a shiver out of him, right up his spine, his ears warming at the attention. Creators, it was unfair how attractive Zevran was - and it only seemed to be getting worse, rather than better, as his fingers clasped into hair, pulling gently so he could tilt Zevran's head away, to better get his lips to that sublime throat.
He ran his tongue down the length of the tattoo, his free hand coming up to pull aside fabric as he followed it towards Zevran's shoulder.
"Just how far does this go?" He asked in a low, teasing voice. "Am I going to need to make myself a map?"
"Mmmmm-" Moving enough to give Gavin room to continue his exploration is terribly easy, though the question does get a crackling laugh rather than the usual 'follow it and see' he might purr. "It is a map, Bello. And it shall lead you to everywhere that pleases me best."
His shoulders, the insides of his arms, his ribs (now bandaged) his chest (also partly bandaged for the shoulder), abdomen, hips, inner thighs- everywhere the skin was thinnest save his hands. Take the most sensitive skin and drive ink into it. A test. A trial. Crying out during the operation- well. It wasn't recommended in the Crows. Though few seemed to have marks as extensive as Zevran in the House of Arainai- a test is a test, making someone memorable? Not the best choice when training an assassin.
Gavin grinned, fingers moving to unclasp a leather strap so that he could pull down the fabric and lay bare Zevran's shoulder - pausing as he caught sight of the bandage.
It didn't stop him, though, lips and tongue and teeth following that trail as he pulled Zevran closer against him, sliding his thigh between the elf's legs.
"Should I be making sure to stay extra gentle?" He teased quietly. "Or did you manage that in similar activities?"
He straddled the offered thigh easily, content to let Gavin have his wandering way for the time being. He would take point when Gavin's resolve faltered- not that he was so certain it would but- it seemed likely. In a charming way, a 'there was too much at the table and I could not decide which to sample first' way. The best way.
"I cannot move that arm overmuch, so if you were hoping to bind me by my wrists and tie me to the wall, I am afraid we will not be able to. But if you are content as we are or make certain not to overextend that arm? All shall be well."
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.)
"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.
Just as Zevran expected, Gavin did falter - torn between taking his lips
to the nipple so readily offered, and from continuing down lower. He
hesitated, trying to decide, but getting much too distracted as Zevran's
fingers worked in his hair.
"Don't start that, or I won't be able to get the image out of my head," he
said, but he was grinning before he finally seemed to decide on Zevran's
nipple - pulling it gently with his teeth - before he recalled what he'd
already been asked to do. His hands slid around Zevran's back - careful to
avoid the bandages - and then dug his nails in (gently, but sharp enough to
give it a tang) and drew them down Zevran's back as he sucked on the nub.
His own trousers were growing uncomfortably tight, but he was determined to
take his time. (Escapism only lasted as long as one was involved, after
all.)
"Is it so strange a thing to imagine? Trapped by an Antivan Crow, bound and stripped to be used at his pleasure..." It's a game he's played many a time and each was terribly sweet. Wonderful. More than worth revisiting- especially if Gavin was of a mind.
He seemed to be.
But flirtations were set aside in favor of arching into Gavin's mouth and rolling down against his thigh, pressing his own up to reciprocate the friction. The low moan he gave in response was sincere, his chest was not often the subject of adoration or attention. All the sweeter has it made the mouth on him and the one who owned said mouth. "Mmmm. You do know your way about-"
"Strange? No. Incredibly distracting and arousing? Yes." Very, very
arousing. He wasn't always in to bondage - since it required a level of
trust that Gavin often had difficulty with - but that didn't mean that the
image wasn't incredibly, incredibly hot. But then - there it was. All the
flirting was fun, of course, obviously, but that groan --
That groan went straight to his groin.
He couldn't help himself- rolling right into that offered thigh, that first
hinting pressure pulling an answering groan from his own lips, even as he
teased and pulled at Zevran's flesh.
"Thinking we... might want to try this horizontally," He murmured as he
traced his lips back up to Zevran's chin.
"I am thinking much the same." Here he took point, cradling the back of Gavin's skull and pulling him up- holding him still as he licked his way into his mouth. A thorough debauching was in order before they needed to break away and settle on the ground. Every trick that had Gavin moaning, every thrust of tongue and drag of teeth Zevran employed in full, all while grinding his thigh up against the bulge in his trousers.
Half a wicked mind bid him to continue until Gavin was on the very edge of desperation- then break away. But that would be terribly unkind and something in Gavin made him want to be a little kind. Save the Lothario for elsewhere.
He pulled back, dragging his teeth over Gavin's bottom lip to murmur "After you, Bello."
He groaned into Zevran's mouth as the elf took over, and Creators, but the man could kiss. He was very quickly at, ahem, full mast, though his trousers helpfully kept it tucked in, at least.
For now.
"I have no idea what that means, but I like it," Gavin admitted, his cheeks flushed and his arousal obvious as Zevran stepped away. He watched him for a full twenty seconds before letting out a wistful sigh and turning his attention to the current problem. The room didn't have a bed, exactly, but it did have a few bolts of cloth that had been stored there, and he grabbed one of them and rolled it out on the floor. (Not that he would have minded to floor, but.)
He sat down on it with a grin and then patted the clear space behind him.
"Beautiful man." And for him Gavin was- though terribly cute as well. Perhaps something that would involve how sweet he seemed to be would fit better- but for now? Bello will do.
Though he would need something else new if Gavin continued to be so...adorably charming. He crackled a laugh and sat behind Gavin, looping his arms around his waist to nuzzle at his throat, dragging his teeth over the skin there. He rested a hand against the flat of Gavin's abdomen, idly playing with the skin just above the waistband of his trousers. "And you are quite beautiful."
Gavin groaned softly - head tilting to give Zevran better access to his throat, the muscles in his abdomen twitching almost as if the touch tickled. His flush had spread, and he chuckled lowly as he slipped his hands back behind him, running them up Zevran's thighs.
"You're one to talk," he muttered, pretending to complain but who could actually complain about how good looking Zevran was. The man beautified the world by existing.
"It takes one to know one, yes?" Of course he was quite handsome, he was taught and trained every means of making himself so. Being alluring, being enticing, every little trick the Crows taught him were utterly absent in Gavin and that? Actually made him more attractive to Zevran. This honest enjoyment.
Quite honest, as his hand dipped low to tug at the lacing on his trousers, cupping him through the leather.
Gavin sucked in a breath, his pulse skipping a beat as his hands tightened on Zevran's thighs. It wasn't the position he would have chosen - unable to really reciprocate anything - but he didn't try to move away. His attention was completely focused on that hand. He would have laughed at himself for the sudden spike of arousal, but it was that exact spike that was making flippancy suddenly very hard. (Among other things.)
His lips parted, (he really should say something, he thought), but all that came out was a low groan.
"See? Singing already." Zevran murmured, lips brushing against Gavin's earlobe as he picked the lacing loose. Dalish and their leather- it made for a fine combination. Made unwrapping them all the more enjoyable for both parties he should think. Deft fingers made short work of them, slipping inside to give him a good stroke from root to tip before pulling him out into the cool air.
"How is it you are this lovely all over, mm? It should be a crime." One punishable by the rolling pas of his thumb across the head, teasing at the slit.
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Following was easy as the view? Immaculate. Gavin may not be the most graceful at times but there was something endearing about it; Zevran couldn't put his finger on why but he did not spare much time mulling it over. Not when he could admire his ass the entire walk to- wherever it was they were going.
Closing the door gave Zev the perfect opportunity to lean in, resting his hand against the wood alongside Gavin's face, thumb trailing against the tip of his ear- his bad arm he moved enough to curl his other hand around his hip. Very much in Gavin's space and more than happy to take point. "I was thinking, perhaps, of coaxing out a song, Bello."
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"Oh, good." Zevran's almost feather-light touch against Gavin's ear was making it tingle happily. "Happy coincidence, since I've been looking forward to trying to sing for you." It was lame, and he didn't care.They both knew exactly what they wanted. The words to get there were just garnish.
He slid his own arm around Zevran's waist, pulling him closer as he leaned in to take his lips.
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They had time enough for him to test everything. Why rush?
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It made him think of showing off his skills with a bow to a teacher as a child.
Humbling, but not ungratifying. He chuckled against Zevran's lips as they did indeed bring shudders down his spine. "You are unfairly good at that," He accused in a quiet groan, his grip on Zevran's hip tightening.
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Not that he waited for so much as a word from Gavin before he used his hand to angle his head slightly up and to the side, baring the side of his neck for a slow trail of nibbling kisses. Until he knew better? Light would be the way to go. Besides. This was merely the overture.
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"I'd say that idea merits approval," He managed to get out, after a moment. "Though like I said - always willing to try anything once."
He ducked his head to catch Zevran's lips again before they could disappear much further, his own teeth pulling gently at the elf's bottom lip. "I refuse to be selfish," He said, though it was teasing and playful, "So if I like teeth, what should I be giving you..." His fingers splayed on Zevran's back, palm warm against the leather, as his lips sought and found the elf's earlobe, nibbling lightly.
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What does he wish? Most do not ask that. Most demand, most take, most tell him how he is to be and- he does so. The offer is a kind one; the apparent lack of expectations. It was...sweet.
Yes, that was the word. Sweet.
"I do enjoy having my hair played with and tugged- and am fond of nails dragged down my back."
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"Well that's good to know," He murmured, letting a hand wander up the back of Zevran's neck, fingers threading into hair. "I probably would have been terrified to ruin it, otherwise." He really did have nice hair. He let his fingers weave into it as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that rather seductive length of tattoo that teasingly wound down below Zevran's shirt.
The nails might have to wait a few minutes.
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Playful. Perhaps more than ravishing he should focus on making certain Gavin has fun. It had been some time since he last had fun with someone in the hay.
"The disheveling is part of the appeal." He reached back to unfasten his braid, letting his hair fall loose around Gavin's fingers. His own hands busied themselves with drawing his nails up the back of Gavin's scalp, ending with a careful continuation along his ears. Some enjoyed it- some did not.
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He ran his tongue down the length of the tattoo, his free hand coming up to pull aside fabric as he followed it towards Zevran's shoulder.
"Just how far does this go?" He asked in a low, teasing voice. "Am I going to need to make myself a map?"
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His shoulders, the insides of his arms, his ribs (now bandaged) his chest (also partly bandaged for the shoulder), abdomen, hips, inner thighs- everywhere the skin was thinnest save his hands. Take the most sensitive skin and drive ink into it. A test. A trial. Crying out during the operation- well. It wasn't recommended in the Crows. Though few seemed to have marks as extensive as Zevran in the House of Arainai- a test is a test, making someone memorable? Not the best choice when training an assassin.
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Gavin grinned, fingers moving to unclasp a leather strap so that he could pull down the fabric and lay bare Zevran's shoulder - pausing as he caught sight of the bandage.
It didn't stop him, though, lips and tongue and teeth following that trail as he pulled Zevran closer against him, sliding his thigh between the elf's legs.
"Should I be making sure to stay extra gentle?" He teased quietly. "Or did you manage that in similar activities?"
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"I cannot move that arm overmuch, so if you were hoping to bind me by my wrists and tie me to the wall, I am afraid we will not be able to. But if you are content as we are or make certain not to overextend that arm? All shall be well."
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"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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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.
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Just as Zevran expected, Gavin did falter - torn between taking his lips to the nipple so readily offered, and from continuing down lower. He hesitated, trying to decide, but getting much too distracted as Zevran's fingers worked in his hair.
"Don't start that, or I won't be able to get the image out of my head," he said, but he was grinning before he finally seemed to decide on Zevran's nipple - pulling it gently with his teeth - before he recalled what he'd already been asked to do. His hands slid around Zevran's back - careful to avoid the bandages - and then dug his nails in (gently, but sharp enough to give it a tang) and drew them down Zevran's back as he sucked on the nub.
His own trousers were growing uncomfortably tight, but he was determined to take his time. (Escapism only lasted as long as one was involved, after all.)
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He seemed to be.
But flirtations were set aside in favor of arching into Gavin's mouth and rolling down against his thigh, pressing his own up to reciprocate the friction. The low moan he gave in response was sincere, his chest was not often the subject of adoration or attention. All the sweeter has it made the mouth on him and the one who owned said mouth. "Mmmm. You do know your way about-"
His breath hitched, a reward for skill.
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"Strange? No. Incredibly distracting and arousing? Yes." Very, very arousing. He wasn't always in to bondage - since it required a level of trust that Gavin often had difficulty with - but that didn't mean that the image wasn't incredibly, incredibly hot. But then - there it was. All the flirting was fun, of course, obviously, but that groan --
That groan went straight to his groin.
He couldn't help himself- rolling right into that offered thigh, that first hinting pressure pulling an answering groan from his own lips, even as he teased and pulled at Zevran's flesh.
"Thinking we... might want to try this horizontally," He murmured as he traced his lips back up to Zevran's chin.
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Half a wicked mind bid him to continue until Gavin was on the very edge of desperation- then break away. But that would be terribly unkind and something in Gavin made him want to be a little kind. Save the Lothario for elsewhere.
He pulled back, dragging his teeth over Gavin's bottom lip to murmur "After you, Bello."
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For now.
"I have no idea what that means, but I like it," Gavin admitted, his cheeks flushed and his arousal obvious as Zevran stepped away. He watched him for a full twenty seconds before letting out a wistful sigh and turning his attention to the current problem. The room didn't have a bed, exactly, but it did have a few bolts of cloth that had been stored there, and he grabbed one of them and rolled it out on the floor. (Not that he would have minded to floor, but.)
He sat down on it with a grin and then patted the clear space behind him.
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Though he would need something else new if Gavin continued to be so...adorably charming. He crackled a laugh and sat behind Gavin, looping his arms around his waist to nuzzle at his throat, dragging his teeth over the skin there. He rested a hand against the flat of Gavin's abdomen, idly playing with the skin just above the waistband of his trousers. "And you are quite beautiful."
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"You're one to talk," he muttered, pretending to complain but who could actually complain about how good looking Zevran was. The man beautified the world by existing.
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Quite honest, as his hand dipped low to tug at the lacing on his trousers, cupping him through the leather.
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Gavin sucked in a breath, his pulse skipping a beat as his hands tightened on Zevran's thighs. It wasn't the position he would have chosen - unable to really reciprocate anything - but he didn't try to move away. His attention was completely focused on that hand. He would have laughed at himself for the sudden spike of arousal, but it was that exact spike that was making flippancy suddenly very hard. (Among other things.)
His lips parted, (he really should say something, he thought), but all that came out was a low groan.
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"How is it you are this lovely all over, mm? It should be a crime." One punishable by the rolling pas of his thumb across the head, teasing at the slit.
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