[ Little aches and little knots of tension- he hasn't been doing his stretches. Hasn't had the mind to and it leaves him tense, loosening gradually under Bull's hands. Zevran rides him down, crackles a laugh against Bulls lips. It's good. It's fine, here, like this, biting at Bull's bottom lip and tugging, hands dragging to massage the base of his skull, the ridge where horn meets scalp.
Little by little he starts grinding his hips against Bull's torso- half hard and more than interested. ]
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Little by little he starts grinding his hips against Bull's torso- half hard and more than interested. ]