[ Feel and enjoy it, if the tone of Bull's voice is anything to go by. Pleased with himself Zevran continues his exploration around the ridge of Bull's horns, dragging his tongue along skin and the firm shaft- the texture new and all the more curious for it. Not as smooth as bone nor jagged like stone, but ridged in it's own way. Curious.
He is, admittedly, distracted by the carding of Bull's nails, thighs going tense as he pants against Bull's skin. ]
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He is, admittedly, distracted by the carding of Bull's nails, thighs going tense as he pants against Bull's skin. ]
Nnnh. Yes. And you know it.