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.
"If I was singing, you'd either be laughing or running," Gavin managed to get out, but his voice had gotten much huskier, and his back arced as Zevran found and pulled out his cock, a bead of moisture forming at the tip under that wicked thumb.
"Should see my... Backside..." Gavin tried to joke, unable to take compliments seriously, but the joke was broken by a ragged breath.
"Soon enough." For now? He wanted to feel Gavin shudder till he was fit to beg under his hands. Getting him to that point would be an amusing challenge- everyone reacted differently and they had time enough. Zevran's lips trailed to the side of Gavin's throat as he began to stroke in earnest, drawing his nails up the veined underside of his cock.
He had been letting himself melt into it - letting himself take the pleasure exactly as it was. Zevran had amazing hands, and knew exactly what to do with them, and Gavin really had no way of reciprocating - which Zevran seemingly had intented. He was about to say something, to try to reach behind himself, when Zevran's nails caught at the skin of his cock. His back arched, the shudder going right up his spine, his cock throbbing hotly.
He cursed something low and Dalish - unintelligible - his own nails digging into Zevran's thighs.
(The curse was very far from a complaint.)
Yes, this had been a very good idea. He was sure there was something he was worried about, somewhere, but it was so far from his mind that it may as well not have existed.
"You're going to torture me, if you don't let me touch you," He finally complained, twisting his arm to reach back behind himself, fingers searching for Zevran's crotch.
"Patience." He murmured, lips catching the tip of Gavin's ear. But- if it was so terrible a thing? He pulled away enough to move Gavin, nudge him around to be straddling his lap rather than nestled between his legs. "Better?"
Most he would tease. Torment. Keep himself distant from until they were begging but- Gavin did not come to him for that manner of game. This was to be easier- lighter. Playful more than anything else. He leaned in to kiss him properly, hand sliding down the length of his cock in a full, tight stroke. The barest edge of his nails scraped at him for another one of those delicious shudders.
"Much better," Gavin agreed instantly. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, of
course, but for him most of his pleasure came from pleasing the other
person, and being able to see it - so torment, while incredibly arousing,
was never as good as being able to reciprocate it.
He wiggled down into Zevran's lap, pressing his hips into that hand and
taking the offered kiss with a healthy vigour. Patience wasn't exactly a
word he was well known for, and he slipped a hand down between them even as
Zevran's nails drew another full-bodied shudder down his spine. His palm
found Zevran's trapped erection and rubbed at it through his trousers,
rough and wanting, before going for the laces. "I am incredibly curious to
see just how far that tattoo goes," He admitted in a husky breath, before
he took another hungry kiss.
"Why don't you unlace me and see for yourself, mm?" Gavin would find it went all the way down, across the curve of his hip- splitting off into twining branches that bracket his groin and arc down his thighs- with a third, thinner vine spiraling in vicious thorns around his cock. It'd been a fun two hours, not flinching under the needle. But it left the skin dark and sensitive, velvety to the touch- all the more exciting for his lovers.
Zevran sat back enough to give Gavin the room he would need to unlace his leathers and pull him out, idly stroking him all the while to tease. He can be a considerate lover- but something about the way he shudders was terribly sweet. He wanted to see more of it.
Gavin wet his lips as they pulled into a grin, shifting his own weight onto
his knees to give them both space - and made quick work of those laces,
trying not to get too distracted by Zevran's fingers on his cock. He pulled
the leathers down, pushing them far enough so that Zevran could kick them
off, and let himself take in the sight for a moment, before bending down to
teeth at the tattoo where it crossed Zevran's collarbone. His palm pressed
against the newly revealed flesh, taking the entirety of Zevran's erection
into hand and then giving it a good, reverent stroke.
The tattoo really did go all the way down.
Creators, but he wanted to taste it.
"Must have hurt," He murmured as he started tracing that tattoo south again.
It took a little shifting to kick the leathers free- but soon he was bare and warm under Gavin entirely. The tattoo swirled a long dark way down his legs, coiling about his calves and running along the tops of his feet, a single thorn from each arcing around to each sole. The work was extensive and indeed painful but he wasn't about to think about that with a hand on him and a mouth pressed to his chest.
Deft fingers squeezed the base of Gavin's cock, dragging up in a smooth, tight stroke. "Mmm, not terribly much. It's left me more sensitive than anything else." If only as a way to avoid the memory of the needles in the first place.
Zevran dragged his nails through Gavin's hair, content to let him follow that path with his mouth.
"Well, it's beautiful," Gavin said, with the sort of blunt-faced honesty
that he often made such proclamations in. It was beautiful and so was
Zevran - though he did indeed avoid the bruises and the shoulder than the
elf had pointed out earlier, instead slowly shifting down Zevran's body as
he followed that tattoo lower and lower until his breath was hot on
Zevran's abdomen and his lips had found the very base of the elf's cock -
which had the unfortunate side effect of meaning that he'd pulled his body
away from those sweet fingers of his, but - well. He was presently a little
distracted. With a groan he ran his tongue down one of the thorns on
Zevran's cock.
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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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"If I was singing, you'd either be laughing or running," Gavin managed to get out, but his voice had gotten much huskier, and his back arced as Zevran found and pulled out his cock, a bead of moisture forming at the tip under that wicked thumb.
"Should see my... Backside..." Gavin tried to joke, unable to take compliments seriously, but the joke was broken by a ragged breath.
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He cursed something low and Dalish - unintelligible - his own nails digging into Zevran's thighs.
(The curse was very far from a complaint.)
Yes, this had been a very good idea. He was sure there was something he was worried about, somewhere, but it was so far from his mind that it may as well not have existed.
"You're going to torture me, if you don't let me touch you," He finally complained, twisting his arm to reach back behind himself, fingers searching for Zevran's crotch.
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Most he would tease. Torment. Keep himself distant from until they were begging but- Gavin did not come to him for that manner of game. This was to be easier- lighter. Playful more than anything else. He leaned in to kiss him properly, hand sliding down the length of his cock in a full, tight stroke. The barest edge of his nails scraped at him for another one of those delicious shudders.
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"Much better," Gavin agreed instantly. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, of course, but for him most of his pleasure came from pleasing the other person, and being able to see it - so torment, while incredibly arousing, was never as good as being able to reciprocate it.
He wiggled down into Zevran's lap, pressing his hips into that hand and taking the offered kiss with a healthy vigour. Patience wasn't exactly a word he was well known for, and he slipped a hand down between them even as Zevran's nails drew another full-bodied shudder down his spine. His palm found Zevran's trapped erection and rubbed at it through his trousers, rough and wanting, before going for the laces. "I am incredibly curious to see just how far that tattoo goes," He admitted in a husky breath, before he took another hungry kiss.
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Zevran sat back enough to give Gavin the room he would need to unlace his leathers and pull him out, idly stroking him all the while to tease. He can be a considerate lover- but something about the way he shudders was terribly sweet. He wanted to see more of it.
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Gavin wet his lips as they pulled into a grin, shifting his own weight onto his knees to give them both space - and made quick work of those laces, trying not to get too distracted by Zevran's fingers on his cock. He pulled the leathers down, pushing them far enough so that Zevran could kick them off, and let himself take in the sight for a moment, before bending down to teeth at the tattoo where it crossed Zevran's collarbone. His palm pressed against the newly revealed flesh, taking the entirety of Zevran's erection into hand and then giving it a good, reverent stroke.
The tattoo really did go all the way down.
Creators, but he wanted to taste it.
"Must have hurt," He murmured as he started tracing that tattoo south again.
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Deft fingers squeezed the base of Gavin's cock, dragging up in a smooth, tight stroke. "Mmm, not terribly much. It's left me more sensitive than anything else." If only as a way to avoid the memory of the needles in the first place.
Zevran dragged his nails through Gavin's hair, content to let him follow that path with his mouth.
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"Well, it's beautiful," Gavin said, with the sort of blunt-faced honesty that he often made such proclamations in. It was beautiful and so was Zevran - though he did indeed avoid the bruises and the shoulder than the elf had pointed out earlier, instead slowly shifting down Zevran's body as he followed that tattoo lower and lower until his breath was hot on Zevran's abdomen and his lips had found the very base of the elf's cock - which had the unfortunate side effect of meaning that he'd pulled his body away from those sweet fingers of his, but - well. He was presently a little distracted. With a groan he ran his tongue down one of the thorns on Zevran's cock.
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