[ OPEN ] And I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran, His Kestrels, and You
WHAT: Music, Dance, Shenanigans
WHEN: Current
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: It's Zev and dancing. There might end up being shiftlessness, seductions, and intoxication.

[ The Learning ]

It wasn't an intentional lesson, this. There was music, there was wine, there was talk of dancing in the small cleared space between tables. Tossing about ideas of what to play, how to dance, when Zevran made mention of a method of training oneself to isolate movement that was more or less a dance and the younger Kestrels (all but Settimo) expressed their interest. He sent Vitta to gather a few coin covered scarves and belts in all manner of colors from his room and gathered the rest to walk them through it.

Anyone else that was curious might join in, Zevran was something of a hands on teacher, adjusting posture with a hand to the plane of a back, the curve of a hip, showing with his own demonstrations as much as by moving his students by feel so they knew how it was to stand, to move, to roll. Little things, hip rolls, undulating like a snake, how to pop one's hip or hold one's shoulders still while the legs and hips do their work- these he went through as best he could before Vita returned and he offered a proper demonstration.


[ The Dancing ]

After a quick duet, all rolling hips and wide, flirtatious smiles, the Kestrels took turns dancing either on their own or with someone else that had expressed interest. Zevran, likewise, was content to either offer pointers here and there or dance alongside- or against- anyone that would have him. There was wine, there was music, there was warmth in the building and he could think of no better reason than to attempt to have a good time. The show seemed more than enough for those that didn't wish to participate on their own- apparently anything was a good change of pace from Maryden's ballads now and then.


[ The Mending / The Resting ]

Learning to bend oneself in new and exciting ways, to move or not move as one willed- it could create soreness or the occasional sprain if one was not careful. Teresa took time away from the dancing and the drinking to tend to any that might have twisted something they should not, had slipped and fallen or overextended a limb in an attempt to learn this manner of dancing. Or, more often, to offer glasses of either watered down ale or water proper to those taking a break from all the dancing. Zevran himself would flop down on a chair time to time, shirtless and sweating, watching the group with a crackle of laughter. Now this? This was living.

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"Mmm..." Zevran pulled away enough to blow cool air across the blooming bruise, one hand slipping up to tease the hair at the nape of Michel's neck. "A bath would not be out of the question. The oils I ordered for you have come in and are waiting on my desk in my room. You may pick them up before you soak in the hotsprings if you wish."

A recommendation rather than an order, truly. "Take some time to pamper yourself."

[disgracedchampion]

Michel's eyes were still closed, even as Zevran drew away and while there was nothing chilly about the act, he shivered in response to Zevran blowing against his neck. He wanted to control it, but his body responded to the impulses now, becoming accustomed to the elf, accepting his guidance as flesh molded to whim and need, "not part of my usual routine...but I will...take it under advisement...before I see you again."

No expert at pampering himself or soaking, it would certainly be an exercise for the Chevalier who treated cleaning as a thing of efficiency more than anything else. He wondered idly at just what sort of scents Zevran had chose for him, something similar to his own? Or did he pick something suitable to Michel?

[ombranera]

"Good. After the work you put in today? You have earned it." Every blush and shiver, every stutter and strained pitch to Michel's voice- any and every crack he could put in that stoic veneer was a moment to be proud of in Zevran's mind. Even when he took the time for a long seduction, even when he toyed with Nobles it was never quite this intimate. They never knew him- he never truly knew them either. This thing- knowing Michel, telling him about his life, his wounds.

Wanting him and having him. Being wanted and cherished in some way in return? He could not quite parse how it made him felt. But it made him wish to, perhaps, spoil the Chevalier in ways he found acceptable. Another reason why he dropped his mouth back to his reddened skin, deepening the bruise.

[disgracedchampion]

Michel laughed, it was a throaty, personal laugh, one too relaxed to be full blown humor...but he was certainly intrigued by the idea that he'd earned this right to pamper himself for working hard. Perhaps real nobles felt this sense of entitlement? It wasn't unknown to him that even some Chevalier's would take time to dote on themselves, but Michel could be training...ah...he should be training right now.

"Mm...honestly looking forward to later rather than...oh..." he wasn't expecting the encore as Zevran dipped back into him, kissing him, bruising him, perhaps something for others to wonder at while he was bathing. It drew a soft groan from Michel, who was growing eager for the elf, the longer they enjoyed one another's company.

[ombranera]

Oh, that soft sound. The rumble of his pulse, the way Zevran can feel his breath quicken. Temptation abounds but he must not give in. It would be simpler if Michel stopped making it so difficult. Once satisfied with the bruise he pulled back to nip at his jaw, leaning in for a proper kiss. Unlike the usual teasing, sultry things this was...remarkably chaste.

There was sentiment here. Scraps of it, a wary offering of perhaps more than mere lust held tightly guarded. It wasnot much but it is something.

[disgracedchampion]

It was difficult not to make this difficult with Zevran having him suspended so sweetly in this heady warmth. As much as he would like to present himself as stoic an unaffected, he could not, not this close and not with those soft lips pressing against his own. He was trying to behave, truly, but he found that he could not keep his hands from smoothing up the planes of Zevran's back any more than he could stop himself from returning that kiss. Zevran was never this chaste with him and it tugged at something just behind Michel's navel, he felt his pulse hammering wildly as well.

And he had to pull back, otherwise Zevran would never be able to return to what he truly needed to do right now. Knowing himself as well as he did, Michel would scoop him up and carry him off, without question, "the things you do to me, but anymore than this and I'll be hard pressed to let you leave my side."

[ombranera]

Forehead to forehead Zevran gave himself a moment to breathe, more than a little shaken himself. One thing to endure lust- and there was so much lust at work in this. Michel offering to wear his mark, to be branded as his, to hold him so gently and kiss him so kindly-

ghosts linger and cry out against folly. Zevran cannot help but mind them for a little while longer.

How much more use they might be to him- he cannot say. But for the moment he pulled back, skin flushed red, eye bright, swallowing past this flash of desire or sentiment or whatever else knotted in his throat, tangling his tongue and words. "You already have something quite hard pressed against me, Soleil."

[disgracedchampion]

As long as Zevran remained so close to him, with such an intoxicating atmosphere about him, for it was not very often his companion flushed at his touch. That look he gave the Chevalier, the sound of his voice, Michel pressed one hand to the small of Zevran's back while the other pressed between his shoulder blades holding him fast. It was already difficult having to release him to his fledglings, being seduced only intensified his desire to keep Zevran here or pull him away somewhere secluded to behave in a way that a proper lover would until every desire was satisfied.

"Mmm...it would seem so...and I find myself with very few options in remedying the situation," and none of these options were prefereable given what they needed to do and wanted to do. Zevran's hand discreetly taking care of him, or Michel taking care of himself on his own, or he could always go for the third option and will it away and that would probably be his best option.

[ombranera]

"I could cover you while you make a discreet exit." He offered softly. "So you might save yourself the effort of rousing yourself in the bath while you ready yourself for me."

It was easier to speak of such things than the flush to his skin or the knot in his throat. To think of this as mere attraction than anything that would speak of deeper feelings. Sentiment was- it was not for him. It was not for them, no matter how appealing Michel might make such a thing. To twits it into a naughty game? That would make it easier. "Walk down to the hotsprings and tend to yourself there- or hold off and wait for me in my bed, aching and clean."

[disgracedchampion]

"Truly, you are a life saver," Michel chuckled softly, planting a final, quick kiss to Zevran's forehead. Best not to go for the lips given the difficulty he's already having in separating from his companion. The difficulty he would have still if roused more than he already was.

Listening to Zevran's directive with his head bowed against his shoulder, it was...tempting to simply will himself back to a state of normalcy, or tend to this immediately on his own. Of course there was the third option, keeping himself in a heightened state of arousal and wait for Zevran before finding his release, "I'll...see what I can do, bel homme."

[ombranera]

"No matter your choice, I wil have a fine surprise in store for you." And such diligence would be rewarded. That much he could promise. But if he did not leave now? He would not leave at all. Zevran dropped one last kiss to the side of Michel's neck as he slid from his lap.

"Come. I will see you out."

[disgracedchampion]

"Aside from your mark?" Michel raised an eyebrow, but he seemed to be teasing just as much which is an interesting sign given his typically unshakable demeanor. Granted it is difficult not to be shaken when they had a particularly attractive man stirring their interests in their very lap. Having to get up and feign that such an interest did not effect him or did not even exist for that matter was difficult.

And so he allowed himself to be seen out, smoothing his hand over Zevran's face once more before relieving himself of temptation, "then I will see you this evening."