Let it never be said Gavin wasn't thorough. It was a level of appreciation he did not often receive. More often than not it is he that is doing the work, the seducing, the appreciation- to have Gavin so intently focused, so tender was- well. It was strange but not at all unwelcome. Not at all. If anything it left him combing his fingers through Gavin's hair, teasing the tips of his ears to give back at least part of what he was given. Curled like this there wasn't much he could reach easily without straining his cut ribs, but those marks?
Those scars?
He traced with the pads of his fingers, the edges of his nails. Feeling out the hurts and shivering through each pass of Gavin's lips. Truly, he had a mouth on him. A wondrous mouth. Dripping words of low, appreciative Antivan wound down between low gasps and faint moans.
Gavin was - as he only ever was in this particular sort of situation -
incredibly focused. It was easy to be, with Zevran in his mouth, under his
hands. Every brush of of Zevran's finger tips over his skin, every scrape
of nail, went straight to his groin, and he groaned softly as he worked. He
was careful not to move too fast. After all, he was getting very addictive
to the incomprehensible but extremely erotic Antivan words slipping from
Zevran's lips - every time he heard one he tried to remember the exact
movement that had caused it. Eventually, however, he had to pull his head
up, his eyes dark with need, his lips reddened and slightly swollen from
the effort.
"Creators, you taste good," He said with a slight groan as he shifted,
pressing closer and finding Zevran's throat with his lips. Perhaps he
should have said something witty, but he was past wit - taking Zevran's
cock in his hand, still slick from his spit, and stroking it in a meagre
replacement for his mouth.
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Date: 2015-11-08 08:58 pm (UTC)Those scars?
He traced with the pads of his fingers, the edges of his nails. Feeling out the hurts and shivering through each pass of Gavin's lips. Truly, he had a mouth on him. A wondrous mouth. Dripping words of low, appreciative Antivan wound down between low gasps and faint moans.
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Date: 2015-11-13 12:53 pm (UTC)Gavin was - as he only ever was in this particular sort of situation - incredibly focused. It was easy to be, with Zevran in his mouth, under his hands. Every brush of of Zevran's finger tips over his skin, every scrape of nail, went straight to his groin, and he groaned softly as he worked. He was careful not to move too fast. After all, he was getting very addictive to the incomprehensible but extremely erotic Antivan words slipping from Zevran's lips - every time he heard one he tried to remember the exact movement that had caused it. Eventually, however, he had to pull his head up, his eyes dark with need, his lips reddened and slightly swollen from the effort.
"Creators, you taste good," He said with a slight groan as he shifted, pressing closer and finding Zevran's throat with his lips. Perhaps he should have said something witty, but he was past wit - taking Zevran's cock in his hand, still slick from his spit, and stroking it in a meagre replacement for his mouth.