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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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.