[ OPEN ] Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and YOU
WHAT: Zevran's Birthday and Ardent Blossom Contest
WHEN: Forward dated to Guardian 5
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Shenanigans connected to this announcement

Someone had been a sneaky little shit, preying on Zevran's lack of familiarity with traditions and dates and the weight people tend to put on something so mundane as a 'birthday'. Someone (Alistair) had spread word and made a thing of it, despite Zevran not seeing the point nor truly wishing to cause a fuss. He had, however, decided to take a day for himself to do nothing. No fuss, no stress, no real work. A day to indulge in a few of his many hobbies. He did not know what one did on their birthday normally but here he was, sitting in the Courtyard with one of his found spoils on his head, awaiting those that paid mind to his earlier announcement. When he wasn't idly sketching whoever he saw in the courtyard he was in the Herald's rest, enjoying a quiet drink and making notes on the better stories or songs he has heard throughout the day.

Comments

[ombranera]

"I think that can be arranged." He shouldn't tease quite so much when he cannot follow through, but like this? It is far too tempting to nip at Cyril's ears, smoothing his fingertips up the length of it's fine point as he leans away. Anything he can do to get a shiver, get a flush. "Perhaps if you ask sweetly."

nsfw language and stuff.

[samahl]

He moans low in his throat. "Please," he mutters. His voice is low, just for Zevran's ears. "Once you're done with this, let me ride your cock until you can't even remember your name."

[ombranera]

"A tall order." But he's game. More than game. Zevran gives the surrounding area a good look, considers his options. There are the stables just outside and it's hayloft- the walk back to his room is longer than he'd like, the hotsprings more so.

The loft it is. He leans away from Cyril long enough to gesture to the band, the lutist snorting at his emphatic arching of his brows. Any that came for him while he was missing? Would be bid to wait for an your. "I think I ought to give you something to hold you over until later tonight, mm?"

[samahl]

Cyril shifts to let Zevran move more easily but doesn't pull up just yet. He's really enjoying being on top of Zevran right now, and at the idea that anyone around them can see. "Well, I won't complain about having a little taste."

[ombranera]

"Hold fast." The walk is not that far- he hooks his arms under Cyril's thighs and stands with a grunt, keeping him hefted against his torso- carrying him out to the stables. The hayloft would be the best place for a quick tumble, having Cy up there would be a lovely interlude in the middle of all this sweetness.

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