[ It's a distant sensation against the actual horn, but still felt. Still pleasurable. And Zevran seems to be enjoying himself. He really needs to invest in that mirror, someday.
In the meanwhile he's happy with what he has, here in his hands. Slipping the waist of Zevran's trousers down over his hips is an easy thing, peeling downward in slow tugs, inch by inch, until that beautiful cock of his falls free, easily caught in the curl of his palm. ]
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In the meanwhile he's happy with what he has, here in his hands. Slipping the waist of Zevran's trousers down over his hips is an easy thing, peeling downward in slow tugs, inch by inch, until that beautiful cock of his falls free, easily caught in the curl of his palm. ]
It's true. I just like hearing you say it.
[ It's the simple things, truly. ]