It's the prettiest picture he's ever seen—if only because he's yet to see Zevran mid- or immediately post-coital. He's beaming through his own blush, obviously pleased with himself, while he kneels against the edge of the mattress and pulls Zevran's boots free of his feet.
That leaves trousers. And it's ridiculous to be shy now, in the middle of everything, but here he is anyway: his hands pause where they're ready to pull Zevran's trousers off by the legs, and his gaze sticks on Zevran's ribs instead of quite being able to rise to his eyes. "You'll have to tell me what you like."
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Date: 2016-07-22 01:53 am (UTC)It's the prettiest picture he's ever seen—if only because he's yet to see Zevran mid- or immediately post-coital. He's beaming through his own blush, obviously pleased with himself, while he kneels against the edge of the mattress and pulls Zevran's boots free of his feet.
That leaves trousers. And it's ridiculous to be shy now, in the middle of everything, but here he is anyway: his hands pause where they're ready to pull Zevran's trousers off by the legs, and his gaze sticks on Zevran's ribs instead of quite being able to rise to his eyes. "You'll have to tell me what you like."