[ Challenge accepted. Zevran chases the brush of that kiss, hands slipping up to Bull's horns to hold his head still long enough for him to take it. The usual tricks don't work the same and he doesn't have much mind to draw on them- but there is a memory. Recent, warm, smells of home and the heat he's only ever experienced with Qunari.
Nipping at Bull's lips, teasing them he runs his nails along the skin where the rough shape of horns meets his scalp, digging in with a low sound. ]
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Nipping at Bull's lips, teasing them he runs his nails along the skin where the rough shape of horns meets his scalp, digging in with a low sound. ]