Taas is definitely laughing at the cloth hung at the door to dissuade the roommate from walking in and getting an eyeful. Then his brown eyes are quick to turn their attention to Zevran and the undressing. It was a swift chuck of clothes, but he likes to have quick access to all that gorgeous tan skin, and there was always a bit of a danger to undress a rogue.
Bear fur flopped over the nearest chair to dry, all he had to deal with were his pants and the sturdy boots. He hadn't worn any armor, vitaar or even arm guards at the party, so as soon as he's slipping out of his leathers and the smallclothes, he's happily naked and moving over to the bed.
Feeling it (and wow, those were some nice sheets), he made sure it could bear his weight before he sat down. It was a nice and broad bed, sturdy enough. His feet would probably dip over the edge, but he was used to that. (Besides, it wasn't as if he was planning to do a whole lot of sleeping.)
For a quick tumble Zev simply warmed the oil with his hands, stroked what was necessary, and moved on with things. Tonight? He took a coal from the brazier in the corner and set it under a metal dish with pinched spout, adding a generous portion of oil into the bowl. The brazier itself he dusted with a scattering of powder- a slow release of incense. Spices that reminded him of home. He could do little for music but with the sheets, the oil, the incense, and his hands? It was as close as he would manage outside a proper parlor back home.
"It is- and I do not think you've had anything like it before." Even in Antiva- Zevran's massages tended to be a little more...pointed than most. A part of the seduction. The trouble would be in keeping it so Taas could still see his face to know what he said; but that would be a simple fix. "Lay back? I think I have some pillows you might use to sit up against the wall if you'd like."
The warrior watches Zevran get ready with soft curiosity, finding that he liked the scent of the incense - and even more the look on the elf's face. This was something special, and Zevran was doing it for him. A little more than a quick ravaging, but it was nice to be pampered for once.
Oh, he would definitely enjoy this.
Taas lies back as asked, making himself nice and comfortable in the bed. He made sure his horns didn't gore anything and then keeps his brown eyes on that enticing man in front of him.
"I definitively have not had anything like this before." This, Zevran, everything.
"Normally there would be music and canapes and wine- alas I have none of these. But I do have some Antivan Brandy." Which he fetches from one of his bags and sets by the brazier to warm. It isn't home, replicating that is impossible in the stone walls that should be warm stucco, in the winter that should be balmy and smell of the ocean-
But it is close. Shades of it that he has missed keenly and wishes to share with someone he has come to see as a friend. A good, casual Sescio is hard to find this far south; with the Orlesians and their issues with elves, the Fereldans and their somewhat prudish nature. "There would also be a bath but the odds of the hotsprings being empty at this time of night, in this weather?"
Not odds he wishes to take. This is enough.
Normally when sharing a drink Zevran uses a basic wineskin and a tin cup. For this Brandy- a porcelain glass, hand painted, gilt in gold around the rim, so thin and fine that light shines through, clearly of Antivan make. Another slice of home that he fills with the warmed brandy before offering it to Taas. "I will spoil you as best I can with what I have."
Music, wine, heated oils and nice smells? Antiva's more intimate customs sounded like an excellent thing... and he had the very best of it right here in Zevran. Everything else was just gravy, and he's happy that the elf feels like sharing a bit of it with him.
The mention of the bath brings forth a small chuckle from the warrior, fairly certain that it's so full of soldiers right now that there was little water left for anything. No, this was quite nice, even without a soak.
Taas can't help being curious about the brandy, and that fine glass feels utterly fragile and precious in his thick hands as he accepts it. The qunari is pretty certain he's never held anything more delicate in his life, and he cups it quite gently. Beautiful, really.
He takes a small sip, enjoying the warmth and taste of the drink. It was relaxing, really and with a bit more taste to it than Fereldan spirits. It had a nice, sweet burn as an aftertaste, and he looks at Zevran with an equal heat as the drink.
"I can't say I'm used to someone spoiling me. Usually it's the other way around... and less fancy." Silk sheets, brandy, one hot as fuck Antivan? Yeah, this was pretty much the most decadent he'd been in his life.
"Turnabout is fair play, my friend." And he finds no small enjoyment in sharing slices of his home with those he's fond of. Taas? He finds himself terribly fond of. Still in his leather trousers Zevran settles at the foot of the bed, collecting some of the warmed oil in his palms before rolling his hands up the sole of Taas' massive foot. He hasn't ever done this for a Qunari before, but the basic musculature is the same.
The amount of pressure he'll have to use to strike the balance of just enough versus 'maker that hurts, quit it' will take some time to sort out; but by the time he's finished with one foot? He shall have it. "Tell me if it is too much, yes?"
As with any that spend most of their day on their feet there are little knots and strands of tension that need working out; Zevran falls into the task happiy.
Turnabout is fair play, the elf says, and Taas smiles softly in return. It truly was a new experience, taking this man to bed. It should probably bother him that he was not guarded around a known assassin, but here he was, finally relaxing fully to let Zevran pamper him.
However, Taas has to admit he's pretty confused when the other man takes a seat (in those nice pants) and starts working on his foot, of all places. His feet were a mess of hard soles and scars, one going straight through the foot from a sword back in the day. Not exactly where he'd imagine anyone to go, but... wow.
It was amazing.
Zevran could go pretty damn hard before Taas even flinched a little, and there's a happy groan from the massive warrior as he sinks back a little into the pillows. "Fuck, that's great!"
"Ah, there we are. I have not felt tendons this tight since I attempted to work out Sten's shoulders in the Deep Roads." He'd sprained it doing something absurd, like hefting a pillar three times his size to make a path. it had been an...interesting session.
But this? Much more fun. Taas' heel braced against his thigh as he leaned into every stroke, settling into what was good and fine easily enough. One then the other, rolling out his toes, his hankles before he moved up to his calves.
He sighs happily, wiggling the thick toes a little bit as Zevran loosens up muscles and knots he forgot existed. Reading that the elf had massaged the Arishok is so alien that he has to laugh, the mirth rumbling all through his wide body. He would have paid good money to see the qunari's face if he knew that the rogue was telling that to one of the Tal-Vashoth.
"You're always a surprise, Zevran," he says fondly, the pronunciation of 'Zevran' still a bit off since he had only read it on those pretty lips. "I like it."
Taas is honestly surprised that the elf seems so into this, working out every little tightness in his feet before moving higher up, dealing with hard-muscled calves formed to withstand a heavy body and the swing of an axe nearly the size of the elf himself. There's another groan, happy and relaxed as he leans back further.
He has to top off his hands with oil once more as he hits Taas' knees- fresh from the warmer and all the more fragrant for it. This is no simple treatment for hair or for leather; it's rich with Antivan spices that will leave the skin soft and subtly fragrant for a fair while after the massage. Something for special occasions- or special friends.
"I live to entertain." Himself more than most, but Taas has found his way into the circle of those Zevran doesn't mind indulging and entertaining now and then. "That is good to hear, Uragano."
Calves seen to he settles between Taas' massive thighs, using his hands and forearms to work out the tension here- his small hands cannot quite manage it on their own. On more than one knot he has to put his elbow into it and bear down, pressing with as much force as he can manage sitting between those marvelous thighs.
That scent is amazing, and the oil leaves his dark bronze skin pleasantly warm even as Zevran moves on. Taas spreads his legs a bit so the elf can get comfortable between thighs nearly the size of his waist. The right one carries a bit of extra tension, being the dominant leg for the axe swing - but damn if those hands (and elbows) couldn't sort that out as well.
"What does that mean?" the warrior asks softly, taking a careful sip of the brandy in that precious little cup. "I cannot quite read it, but you smile with your eyes when you say it." If that was because it was Antivan or it was endearment, he didn't know... but he liked it.
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.
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Date: 2016-01-10 07:39 pm (UTC)Bear fur flopped over the nearest chair to dry, all he had to deal with were his pants and the sturdy boots. He hadn't worn any armor, vitaar or even arm guards at the party, so as soon as he's slipping out of his leathers and the smallclothes, he's happily naked and moving over to the bed.
Feeling it (and wow, those were some nice sheets), he made sure it could bear his weight before he sat down. It was a nice and broad bed, sturdy enough. His feet would probably dip over the edge, but he was used to that. (Besides, it wasn't as if he was planning to do a whole lot of sleeping.)
"Antivan massage? Sounds fancy."
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Date: 2016-01-10 07:57 pm (UTC)"It is- and I do not think you've had anything like it before." Even in Antiva- Zevran's massages tended to be a little more...pointed than most. A part of the seduction. The trouble would be in keeping it so Taas could still see his face to know what he said; but that would be a simple fix. "Lay back? I think I have some pillows you might use to sit up against the wall if you'd like."
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Date: 2016-01-14 10:48 pm (UTC)Oh, he would definitely enjoy this.
Taas lies back as asked, making himself nice and comfortable in the bed. He made sure his horns didn't gore anything and then keeps his brown eyes on that enticing man in front of him.
"I definitively have not had anything like this before." This, Zevran, everything.
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Date: 2016-01-14 11:19 pm (UTC)But it is close. Shades of it that he has missed keenly and wishes to share with someone he has come to see as a friend. A good, casual Sescio is hard to find this far south; with the Orlesians and their issues with elves, the Fereldans and their somewhat prudish nature. "There would also be a bath but the odds of the hotsprings being empty at this time of night, in this weather?"
Not odds he wishes to take. This is enough.
Normally when sharing a drink Zevran uses a basic wineskin and a tin cup. For this Brandy- a porcelain glass, hand painted, gilt in gold around the rim, so thin and fine that light shines through, clearly of Antivan make. Another slice of home that he fills with the warmed brandy before offering it to Taas. "I will spoil you as best I can with what I have."
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Date: 2016-01-19 04:48 pm (UTC)The mention of the bath brings forth a small chuckle from the warrior, fairly certain that it's so full of soldiers right now that there was little water left for anything. No, this was quite nice, even without a soak.
Taas can't help being curious about the brandy, and that fine glass feels utterly fragile and precious in his thick hands as he accepts it. The qunari is pretty certain he's never held anything more delicate in his life, and he cups it quite gently. Beautiful, really.
He takes a small sip, enjoying the warmth and taste of the drink. It was relaxing, really and with a bit more taste to it than Fereldan spirits. It had a nice, sweet burn as an aftertaste, and he looks at Zevran with an equal heat as the drink.
"I can't say I'm used to someone spoiling me. Usually it's the other way around... and less fancy." Silk sheets, brandy, one hot as fuck Antivan? Yeah, this was pretty much the most decadent he'd been in his life.
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Date: 2016-01-20 02:39 pm (UTC)The amount of pressure he'll have to use to strike the balance of just enough versus 'maker that hurts, quit it' will take some time to sort out; but by the time he's finished with one foot? He shall have it. "Tell me if it is too much, yes?"
As with any that spend most of their day on their feet there are little knots and strands of tension that need working out; Zevran falls into the task happiy.
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:05 pm (UTC)However, Taas has to admit he's pretty confused when the other man takes a seat (in those nice pants) and starts working on his foot, of all places. His feet were a mess of hard soles and scars, one going straight through the foot from a sword back in the day. Not exactly where he'd imagine anyone to go, but... wow.
It was amazing.
Zevran could go pretty damn hard before Taas even flinched a little, and there's a happy groan from the massive warrior as he sinks back a little into the pillows. "Fuck, that's great!"
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Date: 2016-01-21 08:28 am (UTC)But this? Much more fun. Taas' heel braced against his thigh as he leaned into every stroke, settling into what was good and fine easily enough. One then the other, rolling out his toes, his hankles before he moved up to his calves.
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Date: 2016-01-22 02:06 pm (UTC)"You're always a surprise, Zevran," he says fondly, the pronunciation of 'Zevran' still a bit off since he had only read it on those pretty lips. "I like it."
Taas is honestly surprised that the elf seems so into this, working out every little tightness in his feet before moving higher up, dealing with hard-muscled calves formed to withstand a heavy body and the swing of an axe nearly the size of the elf himself. There's another groan, happy and relaxed as he leans back further.
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Date: 2016-01-22 02:12 pm (UTC)"I live to entertain." Himself more than most, but Taas has found his way into the circle of those Zevran doesn't mind indulging and entertaining now and then. "That is good to hear, Uragano."
Calves seen to he settles between Taas' massive thighs, using his hands and forearms to work out the tension here- his small hands cannot quite manage it on their own. On more than one knot he has to put his elbow into it and bear down, pressing with as much force as he can manage sitting between those marvelous thighs.
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Date: 2016-01-23 08:20 pm (UTC)"What does that mean?" the warrior asks softly, taking a careful sip of the brandy in that precious little cup. "I cannot quite read it, but you smile with your eyes when you say it." If that was because it was Antivan or it was endearment, he didn't know... but he liked it.
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Date: 2016-01-23 11:07 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2016-01-26 10:34 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-01-26 10:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-01-30 11:30 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-01-30 11:56 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-01-31 01:36 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2016-01-31 01:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-02-14 06:49 pm (UTC)...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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Date: 2016-02-18 11:52 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-02-19 04:18 pm (UTC)(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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Date: 2016-02-19 05:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-02-23 08:16 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2016-02-23 09:30 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2016-02-23 10:01 pm (UTC)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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