[ Curled close like this Zevran's moan is more felt than heard- a subvocal rumble through his throat that burrs past his lips where they're fastened around the tip of Bull's ear. Languid. That's the word for this-
Languid. Savoring. Before it'd been slow and hard and aching and this is- if not sweeter? Kinder. Giving him a gentler descent.
Slow and dreamy Zevran rolls his hips into that too large, too hot hand, relishing the rough glide. Clever of bull to wind him down a little, lead him into it. If asked outright at the beginning Zevran wouldn't have known what to say. But like this? It's easy to ask for what he wants. ]
I want you to open me up slow and make me come on your fingers, and then? I want to ride you, slow, until either your resolve breaks- or mine does.
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[ Curled close like this Zevran's moan is more felt than heard- a subvocal rumble through his throat that burrs past his lips where they're fastened around the tip of Bull's ear. Languid. That's the word for this-
Languid. Savoring. Before it'd been slow and hard and aching and this is- if not sweeter? Kinder. Giving him a gentler descent.
Slow and dreamy Zevran rolls his hips into that too large, too hot hand, relishing the rough glide. Clever of bull to wind him down a little, lead him into it. If asked outright at the beginning Zevran wouldn't have known what to say. But like this? It's easy to ask for what he wants. ]
I want you to open me up slow and make me come on your fingers, and then? I want to ride you, slow, until either your resolve breaks- or mine does.