He finishes loosening the laces on one boot—Zevran can kick it off himself if or when he wants to—and switches hands to do the other, leaning backwards to reach, with his other hand curled around Zevran's thigh.
He's looking now. The expanse of his skin, and the whorl of tattoos, and the laces on his trousers. It's just Zevran; it's nothing he hasn't seen a hundred times. But he thinks, I'm going to lick that—one of the tattoos, the curve of his sternum, maybe his collarbone—and it's like a shift in the light.
He leans forward, finally, to brace on one arm above him, and he does hesitate. It's a visible moment. A pause, a downward glance between them that's cut short by shyness, before he looks Zevran in the eye and smiles (self-conscious but determined, a look he gets for one reason or another nearly every day) and pulls at the tie on his trousers with the same inelegant efficiency as his boots. He has done this before, even if he hasn't done this before.
"Scale of one to ten," he says: "How good at this do I have to be to keep you from changing your mind?"
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He finishes loosening the laces on one boot—Zevran can kick it off himself if or when he wants to—and switches hands to do the other, leaning backwards to reach, with his other hand curled around Zevran's thigh.
He's looking now. The expanse of his skin, and the whorl of tattoos, and the laces on his trousers. It's just Zevran; it's nothing he hasn't seen a hundred times. But he thinks, I'm going to lick that—one of the tattoos, the curve of his sternum, maybe his collarbone—and it's like a shift in the light.
He leans forward, finally, to brace on one arm above him, and he does hesitate. It's a visible moment. A pause, a downward glance between them that's cut short by shyness, before he looks Zevran in the eye and smiles (self-conscious but determined, a look he gets for one reason or another nearly every day) and pulls at the tie on his trousers with the same inelegant efficiency as his boots. He has done this before, even if he hasn't done this before.
"Scale of one to ten," he says: "How good at this do I have to be to keep you from changing your mind?"