Davrin was the first person, the first anything that it felt like Lucanis had truly chosen for himself. Chosen because he wanted, and didn't let himself care about what anyone else thought. He pants and squirms under Davrin's touch as he takes his time drawing each sound out of the assassin. Normally in such control of himself, but not right now. Not with pleasure being the sensation of choice.

"No other hunter was so dedicated?" Lucanis suggests, breathless gasp between each word. Most hadn't bothered to try, he wasn't desirable the way his cousin was. Few noticed him that way, and those that did were always quickly disappointed with the reality of Lucanis, that he wasn't secretly some suave master of the bedroom.

As Davrin had found, though - a little patience and encouragement went a long way towards Lucanis discovering what he was capable of.