"I rather enjoyed being tied down by you," Michel nosed his companion's temple gently, not entirely certain what tools he meant. Again, he was rather straightforward in how he approached sex, it was Zevran who'd introduced him to his more colorful side. Now he wanted to do things that excited the other man, things they had done in the hayloft.

That he was included in Zevran's future plans gave him pause and for a moment he stopped his careful rubbing. The assassin was sick, perhaps he wasn't aware of what he was saying, but it didn't stop Michel's heart from hammering in his chest for several moments.

He was snapped out of it as Zevran whined softly and grumbled at him for the change in position and to satisfy him the Chevalier leaned back against the pillows and wrapped himself warmly around the smaller body. He was smaller that Michel, certainly, but the man was too much sometimes, "si précieux..."