He makes a quiet noise of protest, giving in and letting his head fall back the rest of the way. A good, strong touch and he'd be there, but that's not what's happening. Anders' hands tighten where they rest on Zevran's thighs for just a moment before he gets his body a little more under control.

"Maker. I touch you, exploring your chest with my hands while I've got opportunity, watching hungrily and shaking my head. I've not seen them before, and I can't say I'm entirely focused on that when I have your fingers on my cock and my seed on your lip. My eyes are on your mouth, hoping that you'll lick that spot. 'What are they?' I ask, knowing they have to be something important else you'd not have pulled them out. 'And do they involve you kissing me? Lips or cock, I don't mind,' I say." Slender rods? If Zevran had said thick he'd guess them for his ass, but otherwise, Anders isn't sure.