[ That he's here at all says a great deal about how far he's come. Might have been that this would have been too much, that he'd need more time, more adjustment. Some never let themselves be touched again, after trauma like that.
But here Zevran is, warming under his hands and dictating exactly what he wants, and Bull's proud of him, in an odd way. The knots are coming untangled slow, and he hums in agreement and tips his head, nipping a little higher on his throat this time. ]
Go get the oil, then.
[ And he releases his hold on him with a little swat to his thigh. Gives him the chance to finish disrobing, too. ]
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But here Zevran is, warming under his hands and dictating exactly what he wants, and Bull's proud of him, in an odd way. The knots are coming untangled slow, and he hums in agreement and tips his head, nipping a little higher on his throat this time. ]
Go get the oil, then.
[ And he releases his hold on him with a little swat to his thigh. Gives him the chance to finish disrobing, too. ]