Zevran assumed Max was serious, but it sure as hell didn't matter one way or another as the elf slammed his tome shut, pulled on one of his new outfits from Glinda - a black button up shirt, halfway open and tucked into black high waisted pants, and a pair of boots - and meandered down the hall, stopping at Max's door and then deciding that waltzing right in would be predictable and not nearly as amusing.
So he backtracked, wandered out of the castle and scanned along the wall until he saw the patio jutting out from the room he presumed had to belong to Max. After climbing up decided to just make himself at home, taking a seat in one of the chairs and propping a leg onto the table, resting his chin on a closed fist as he peered through the glass door and waited for Max to notice.
Oh, Max was very serious. Any time he can get some, he's onboard. So, he was fully expecting Zevran to show up. He just was not expecting HOW. See, silly him, he expected the man to use the door like a normal and sane person.
After a little time had passed, Max, getting somewhat concerned that maybe he was about to be left hanging after all, got up from his seat in the kitchen to grab himself a book in the main room. That's when he spotted the shitbird man lounging on the patio furniture like he owned the place.
"What-?" Max slid open the door and gaped at Zevran. "How the hell did you even get up here? We're on the second floor!"
"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to worry you might not notice. Not very observant, are we?" The ideal candidate for murder, he should note. Zevran tipped his head toward Max with a grin. "How do you think, Max? I sprouted wings and flew, naturally." Would he believe that? God it would be so funny if he did.
He stood up after a moment if Max did not come to him, striding over to hook his fingers into the loops of his belt, tugging himself closer and leaning up on his toes to brush his lips against Max's chin. "I was promised frosting and some light tossing, was I not?"
"I didn't think I'd have to watch for intruders on my balcony here." he pouted. Back home, maybe. But he'd gotten comfortable in fairyland. Thanks for ruining that Zevran.
Max squinted hard at the man. He knew a few people who actually could sprout wings. It wasn't that outlandish...
"Sure. Next, you'll tell me you can turn into a frog too."
Max was drawn to the man like a moth to flame. He couldn't help but come closer. He was still pouting. However, that sweet brush of a kiss broke his concentration, letting a smile slip through.
"You were, but I don't want to go throwing you around out here. I don't want to test whether you actually can fly."
"Perhaps you should not invite assassins to your kitchen so readily, then. Not that I intend to do anything, of course, not unless I am paid handsomely." He laughed, already leaning up to kiss those pouty lips. "I jest, my friend." he assured - the comment mostly true, but Max didn't need to know that a hefty bag of coins could probably persuade him. He doubted anyone in this city wanted to put a hit on Max - a man as handsome and well endowed as he was.
Another laugh. "I leave the shape changing to the witches and mages." Morrigan totally could turn him into a Toad though - or at least threatened to do so on a few occasions. Zevran rocked himself forward, grinding his hips against Max's and carefully pushing him back into the room. "Fine, fine. Some other time, perhaps. That table looks quite sturdy..."
And that confirmed what Max already feared. An assassin. Should he... should he feel bad for being friends with an assassin? Well. He'd been friends with pirates, vampires and murderous kings already. Fuck it. Zevran was not killing anyone here, right? That really was a joke, right??
"H-hey now, there are more lucrative ways of getting what you want in fairy fuck land." Zevran, don't kill people. It would be a shame to have to stop being friends with you.
"Shape changing is a power you can ask for her, you know, if you have the favor for it...nth!"
Whatever point Max was trying to make got lost in the swell of need he felt with Zevran grinding on him. He backed up slowly until they made it in past the doors. The table idea would have to keep for another time, but Max did happen to know that the countertops were also quite sturdy. Now that they were no longer in danger of going over the balcony rail...
"Time for me to keep my promises. What better place to frost your ass than in the kitchen, hm?" Max would take the opportunity to hug his arms around Zevran's waist and lift so he could spin the elf around and carry him to the kitchen counter.
"Most assuredly by fucking, one presumes." he snorted. You're thinking too much about murder and the consequences of befriending an assassin. Which, for the record, is very very rude and judgmental! He hasn't done anything to you or your loved ones that you haven't explicitly asked him to do!
Zevran nodded absently. "I already plan to speak with my patron to see what he can do for me. Make a copy of myself, switch places with another - all in due time. For now, you - yes, that." A promise to keep. Frosting on his ass. All the good shit. "Well, any place would be appropriate, so long as you did not mind getting frosting everywhere." he offered uselessly, arms lazily set over Max's shoulders until he was settled on the counter. "Now, is frosting code for something, or will you literally be frosting me like a cake? I am game either way."
"Well, yeah. That's how I earn most of my gold. People run businesses too." But Max literally asks for gold every month from Mab, so... yeah. Fucking pays the bills.
"I can see you're going to get creative with those requests. Good. Why not have fun with them?" Why not, says Max who already asked for a wolf form. Heh.
"If I minded getting frosting everywhere, I'd never have any fun."
Max takes a moment to consider that question. Actually, it might be fun to literally frost the elf.
"I have a batch of royal icing I saved in the refrigerator from yesterday. I could turn you into a sweet treat with it. Then lick it all off slowly."
Businesses? Yeah, no. Zevran wasn't going to get a job like a normal person. Not unless that job involved him killing people for money or maybe whoring about. Which, conveniently, was what the Fae paid him to do anyway. So he was good.
Zevran grinned, toeing his boots off onto the kitchen floor so he would scuff up the cabinets when he started kicking his legs back and forth while Max spoke. "Royal is it? Well, cover me with frosting and call me the king of Ferelden. What are you waiting for?" He was already undoing the buckles around his waist to get his shirt the rest of the way open.
"I'll certainly make you feel like a king by the time I'm done with you."
He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Zevran starting to undo his pants and open his shirt. But then he got to work preparing his icing. Gotta get it in a piping bag, which he kneads and massages in his hands suggestively for Zevran to watch. That was part showmanship but also needed to bring the icing up to temperature. Wouldn't want it to be too cold.
"I always said I should be treated like one." He purred, letting his shirt slip off his shoulders and fall onto the counter behind him, his pants undone not long after so he could carefully shimmy out of them without moving too far off the counter. Should he turn around? You know what, he will, just kinda...move some stuff aside so he can roll onto his stomach, chin resting in his palms, legs bent behind him like a young woman at a slumber party.
"Mm..." He hummed thoughtfully. "Well, since we are already on the topic - why not a crown? A fancy one, of course. Jewel encrusted." Put those skills to work.
"You're already on the path to it with that ego," he teased lightly.
Luckily for Zevran, Max had fucked or been fucked on this countertop enough times to know better than to keep anything too valuable or bulky up there. So, the elf won't have to much out of his way.
"Oh, of course. Only the fanciest for you. I can't help but notice you already seem to have a great affinity for marks on your body." Max lightly traced a finger over a section of the tattoo on Zevran's shoulder.
"Ego? Me?" Perish the thought! "I have no idea what you're talking about, Max."
Getting comfortable, Zevran folded his arms on the counter and tilted his head to rest his cheek atop his forearm, humming softly while Max took his time examining his form. Closing his eyes, he shrugged lightly.
"Some were given to me by the Crows after I joined, and others are simply meant to accentuate certain parts of the body to make it more appealing." Like the ones along his ribs and over his hips, accenting musculature and curves that made him look even more sleek and slender than he already was. "Are you interested in getting a tattoo? I could certainly make recommendations."
Max chuckled. Yeah. No idea. Sure. Not that Max thought there was anything wrong with having an ego, especially a well-earned one.
"Oh, like these?" Max traced his fingers down Zevran's ribs. "They do a good job of it." Vanity marks were a lot better than other possible reasons.
"I don't know. I've thought about it before. But, I have a little bit of a weird history with body marks. I guess I haven't decided yet if it's right for me."
Max took up the piping bag and started to trace out the lines of a crown on Zevran's lower back.
"It might be fun to try, though. I'm warming up to the idea more the longer I'm here."
Zevran tilted his head so his cheek rested atop his folded arms, little goosebumps rising along the path of Max's finger.
"They can be a bit painful in places, but I fully support you getting some yourself - I can already think of a few designs that would look good on you." He smirked, shivering when the icing touched his skin. "You will have to give me a mirror to see that before you lick it off."
"Yeah? What do you think would look good on me?" He is a little curious now.
Max's hands are steady and sure as he fills in more details. "I'll show you, I promise. You can hold the mirror yourself and watch while I lick it off, too."
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Date: 2021-03-23 07:52 pm (UTC)"Gladly."
Zevran assumed Max was serious, but it sure as hell didn't matter one way or another as the elf slammed his tome shut, pulled on one of his new outfits from Glinda - a black button up shirt, halfway open and tucked into black high waisted pants, and a pair of boots - and meandered down the hall, stopping at Max's door and then deciding that waltzing right in would be predictable and not nearly as amusing.
So he backtracked, wandered out of the castle and scanned along the wall until he saw the patio jutting out from the room he presumed had to belong to Max. After climbing up decided to just make himself at home, taking a seat in one of the chairs and propping a leg onto the table, resting his chin on a closed fist as he peered through the glass door and waited for Max to notice.
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Date: 2021-03-24 03:57 pm (UTC)After a little time had passed, Max, getting somewhat concerned that maybe he was about to be left hanging after all, got up from his seat in the kitchen to grab himself a book in the main room. That's when he spotted the
shitbirdman lounging on the patio furniture like he owned the place."What-?" Max slid open the door and gaped at Zevran. "How the hell did you even get up here? We're on the second floor!"
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Date: 2021-03-24 04:04 pm (UTC)"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to worry you might not notice. Not very observant, are we?" The ideal candidate for murder, he should note. Zevran tipped his head toward Max with a grin. "How do you think, Max? I sprouted wings and flew, naturally." Would he believe that? God it would be so funny if he did.
He stood up after a moment if Max did not come to him, striding over to hook his fingers into the loops of his belt, tugging himself closer and leaning up on his toes to brush his lips against Max's chin. "I was promised frosting and some light tossing, was I not?"
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Date: 2021-03-25 01:26 am (UTC)Max squinted hard at the man. He knew a few people who actually could sprout wings. It wasn't that outlandish...
"Sure. Next, you'll tell me you can turn into a frog too."
Max was drawn to the man like a moth to flame. He couldn't help but come closer. He was still pouting. However, that sweet brush of a kiss broke his concentration, letting a smile slip through.
"You were, but I don't want to go throwing you around out here. I don't want to test whether you actually can fly."
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Date: 2021-03-25 03:11 am (UTC)Another laugh. "I leave the shape changing to the witches and mages." Morrigan totally could turn him into a Toad though - or at least threatened to do so on a few occasions. Zevran rocked himself forward, grinding his hips against Max's and carefully pushing him back into the room. "Fine, fine. Some other time, perhaps. That table looks quite sturdy..."
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Date: 2021-03-29 07:32 pm (UTC)"H-hey now, there are more lucrative ways of getting what you want in fairy fuck land." Zevran, don't kill people. It would be a shame to have to stop being friends with you.
"Shape changing is a power you can ask for her, you know, if you have the favor for it...nth!"
Whatever point Max was trying to make got lost in the swell of need he felt with Zevran grinding on him. He backed up slowly until they made it in past the doors. The table idea would have to keep for another time, but Max did happen to know that the countertops were also quite sturdy. Now that they were no longer in danger of going over the balcony rail...
"Time for me to keep my promises. What better place to frost your ass than in the kitchen, hm?" Max would take the opportunity to hug his arms around Zevran's waist and lift so he could spin the elf around and carry him to the kitchen counter.
"This looks like a good spot."
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Date: 2021-04-29 04:39 am (UTC)"Most assuredly by fucking, one presumes." he snorted. You're thinking too much about murder and the consequences of befriending an assassin. Which, for the record, is very very rude and judgmental! He hasn't done anything to you or your loved ones that you haven't explicitly asked him to do!
Zevran nodded absently. "I already plan to speak with my patron to see what he can do for me. Make a copy of myself, switch places with another - all in due time. For now, you - yes, that." A promise to keep. Frosting on his ass. All the good shit. "Well, any place would be appropriate, so long as you did not mind getting frosting everywhere." he offered uselessly, arms lazily set over Max's shoulders until he was settled on the counter. "Now, is frosting code for something, or will you literally be frosting me like a cake? I am game either way."
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Date: 2021-05-01 02:21 pm (UTC)"I can see you're going to get creative with those requests. Good. Why not have fun with them?" Why not, says Max who already asked for a wolf form. Heh.
"If I minded getting frosting everywhere, I'd never have any fun."
Max takes a moment to consider that question. Actually, it might be fun to literally frost the elf.
"I have a batch of royal icing I saved in the refrigerator from yesterday. I could turn you into a sweet treat with it. Then lick it all off slowly."
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Date: 2021-05-03 04:35 pm (UTC)Zevran grinned, toeing his boots off onto the kitchen floor so he would scuff up the cabinets when he started kicking his legs back and forth while Max spoke. "Royal is it? Well, cover me with frosting and call me the king of Ferelden. What are you waiting for?" He was already undoing the buckles around his waist to get his shirt the rest of the way open.
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Date: 2021-05-08 10:35 am (UTC)He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Zevran starting to undo his pants and open his shirt. But then he got to work preparing his icing. Gotta get it in a piping bag, which he kneads and massages in his hands suggestively for Zevran to watch. That was part showmanship but also needed to bring the icing up to temperature. Wouldn't want it to be too cold.
"What kind of design is your favorite, Zevran?"
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Date: 2021-05-17 10:02 pm (UTC)"Mm..." He hummed thoughtfully. "Well, since we are already on the topic - why not a crown? A fancy one, of course. Jewel encrusted." Put those skills to work.
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Date: 2021-05-21 01:10 am (UTC)Luckily for Zevran, Max had fucked or been fucked on this countertop enough times to know better than to keep anything too valuable or bulky up there. So, the elf won't have to much out of his way.
"Oh, of course. Only the fanciest for you. I can't help but notice you already seem to have a great affinity for marks on your body." Max lightly traced a finger over a section of the tattoo on Zevran's shoulder.
"Do these have a special meaning?"
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Date: 2021-05-21 03:40 pm (UTC)Getting comfortable, Zevran folded his arms on the counter and tilted his head to rest his cheek atop his forearm, humming softly while Max took his time examining his form. Closing his eyes, he shrugged lightly.
"Some were given to me by the Crows after I joined, and others are simply meant to accentuate certain parts of the body to make it more appealing." Like the ones along his ribs and over his hips, accenting musculature and curves that made him look even more sleek and slender than he already was. "Are you interested in getting a tattoo? I could certainly make recommendations."
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Date: 2021-05-24 07:54 pm (UTC)"Oh, like these?" Max traced his fingers down Zevran's ribs. "They do a good job of it." Vanity marks were a lot better than other possible reasons.
"I don't know. I've thought about it before. But, I have a little bit of a weird history with body marks. I guess I haven't decided yet if it's right for me."
Max took up the piping bag and started to trace out the lines of a crown on Zevran's lower back.
"It might be fun to try, though. I'm warming up to the idea more the longer I'm here."
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Date: 2021-06-01 02:39 am (UTC)"They can be a bit painful in places, but I fully support you getting some yourself - I can already think of a few designs that would look good on you." He smirked, shivering when the icing touched his skin. "You will have to give me a mirror to see that before you lick it off."
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Date: 2021-06-02 01:41 am (UTC)Max's hands are steady and sure as he fills in more details. "I'll show you, I promise. You can hold the mirror yourself and watch while I lick it off, too."