A stupid nose that reminds Zevran who he's with, as though the stuttering sighs and slow, tentative motions aren't proof enough. Laughing right now isn't probably in their mutual best interest but he can't help but be amused by everything that makes this Alistair rather than every or any other man he's had over him in bed. The soft press of his mouth, the eager cant of his head, the reluctant acceptance of some manner of lead- Zevran shivers and yields, letting him press as far as he likes. Every right, every question he can want an answer to? Is yes. Please. More.
"Mm?" He pulls back enough to drag his teeth over Alistair's bottom lip, eyes hooded as they flick from his mouth to the space between them, where his hand's still sliding in a lazy drag up and down Alistair's cock.
"Making a mess of you does have an appeal..." And he could. Is thoroughly tempted to, is teasing at it with the pad of his thumb rolling over the slit back and forth in an idle motions. "But if you say please, maybe."
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Date: 2016-02-09 03:00 am (UTC)"Mm?" He pulls back enough to drag his teeth over Alistair's bottom lip, eyes hooded as they flick from his mouth to the space between them, where his hand's still sliding in a lazy drag up and down Alistair's cock.
"Making a mess of you does have an appeal..." And he could. Is thoroughly tempted to, is teasing at it with the pad of his thumb rolling over the slit back and forth in an idle motions. "But if you say please, maybe."