The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"As hot as you can enjoy," Zevran requests, glancing at the twins as well. He hesitates then, still unsure of them and protective of his secrets and scars. "Denarius did not consider slaves worth heating water for."

[Shisou]

"I'm s-s-s-s--s-orry," says Shisou, turning up the heat a bit. He's never quite sure what to say when Zevran brings up his past.

[Zevran]

Zevran sighs softly, a look of regret on his face. "My apologies, I-- this is a time for lighter things." He forces a laugh, though the smile that forms after is mostly sincere. "Or perhaps better to say, a time for hotter things." Shisou, looking at the tub, is caught off-guard by the damp slap of cloth against that's Zevran's shirt and oh holy Ciren, Zevran is almost as good as the Twins at doing a striptease. The loose, silk pants slowly slide down Zevran's legs, finally being kicked off to the side to leave the merikos drow clad only in a tight pair of briefs. Eyes warm and lidded, Zevran slinks over to the tub, pinning Shisou in place without touching him.

"I'm afraid I've grown suddenly weary; perhaps you could help with the last... little... bit?" he purrs.

[Shisou]

Shisou wades over, standing up on the little bench in the tub so he's eye level with Zevran's junk. He lifts his hands, but hesitates, eyeing his way through the puzzle before him as a thought strikes him. I always wanted to try this -- ever since I read The Tale of the Forbidden Monastery. He leans forward instead, using just one finger to help get the briefs between his teeth and tugging downward. 

They slide a little, then catch a bit on Zevran's ass. He tugs a bit more, blushing as he struggles to make this look sexy. I should uh. Just use my hands next time. 

[Zevran]

Or perhaps not, given the look of open desire in Zevran's eyes as he looks down at Shisou. "My thanks, sweetheart," he whispers, running a hand through the human's hair. He's noticed, over the course of both dates and watching Shisou interact with Coquette and the Twins, that Shisou seems to prefer the softer, more romantic endearments. And that he seems to struggle with his sense of masculinity, shying away from any reference to being manly or strong. Zevran had debated over pushing the matter, about deliberately focusing on complimenting and bolstering Shisou's confidence on those matters, but had decided to hold off until there's more foundation to their bond.

And when did I decide that I wish to cultivate a true bond with him? I am leaving. I am going to be free. Not soon perhaps, but-- Astea be damned, I do not-- Zevran growls suddenly, reaching down to lift Shisou up by the shoulders and kissing him almost savagely, intent on driving the conflicting, tiresome thoughts out of his head.

[Shisou]

Shisou makes a soft mewling noise into his mouth, another feminine gesture that somehow works to enflame his desire even further. The younger being hooks their thumbs into Zevran's briefs, tugging them as far down as they'll go before they would have to squat and thus break the kiss. 

[Zevran]

Zevran breaks from the kiss, eyes hooded and gleaming both somehow, and twists at the waist. In a move entirely too smooth to be anything but well practiced, he scoops Shisou up into his arms, bridal style, and steps into the bathtub. That done, he does not let Shisou down, instead sinking backwards with the smaller mortal still in his arms. "Hello," he purrs, drawing the word out into a tease.

[Shisou]

"Hi," says the younger mortal giddily. He feels his cock stirring to readiness, which irritates him a little, but he's long practiced at letting that go. 

[Zevran]

Zevran chuckles softly, leaning down to drop a swift kiss on the tip of Shisou's nose. "Gods dance, you're adorable," he informs Shisou firmly as he finds the submerged floor stool with his feet and settled down on it. It's just the right height for soaking, making it so the water comes up just past his breastbone. For Shisou, this means most of him is underwater as well, with most of his shoulders and head in the air. Another kiss then, this time just a brushing of lips that is more a distraction than anything else. Specifically, a distraction that allows a hand to shift from thigh to ass undetected until contact.

[Shisou]

Shisou breaks out in little goosepimples despite the warmth of the water. He grins at Zevran, drawing a small, inquisitive circle on his chest around Zevran's nipple. 

[Zevran]

"I am unsure of the cultural-- and your-- rules and limits for activities such as this," Zevran murmurs, eyes locked with Shisou's. "I wish for us to indulge in each other, but do not wish to push or cross any boundaries."

[Shisou]

"I d-d-dd-d-d-don't kn-kn-know the r-r-r-r-r-rules e-e-e--either. Ww-w-w-w-w-e c-c-cc-c-can d-d-d-d-d-ddo wh-wh-what-e-e-e-e-v-e-e-r y-y-y-y-ou're c-c-c-c-c-com-m-m-f-f-f-fo-r-ta-a-a-ble w-w-w-w-with." A pause. "I l-l-l-like s-s-s-s-ex. I l-l-l-l-like t-t-t-t-to -b-b-b-bb-b-bot-t-t-tom."

[Zevran]

"I can be content and pleased with simply this, if that is all you wish," Zevran promises Shisou sincerely. He trails a finger along his jaw, then cups his jaw. "What do you want today?" His eyes barely move despite his instincts as he just barely hears Nox murmuring to his twin, the tone positive: amused, or perhaps pleased?

[Shisou]

What do I want? He barely understands the question; the shy stutterer so often goes with what others want of him, so often is accidentally domineered by forceful personalities like Coquette. "y-y-y-y-you," he stammers. "F-f-f-fingers, m-m-m-mout-th, c-c-c-c-cock... I w-w-w-w-want w-w-w-what y--yy-you c-c-c-can gg-g-g-g-ive. I w-w-w-wwnat t-t-t-t-to b-b-b-b-e t-t-t-t-t-tak-k-k-ken."

[Zevran]

Zevran nods slowly, expression serious but eyes warm. "Taken... Hmmm. Well then, to start, what is your safe word? Or gesture, if you prefer such."