[ But Bull's got a fix for that, reaching to tug Zevran in and kiss those pouting lips. His version of an apology, perhaps. A rather vehement apology, as that. ]
You like it.
[ The words smear against his mouth with an unrepentant grin as he pops the cork, warming the oil on his fingers first before curling an arm around the elf propped against his lap. Just one finger at first, trailing back and forth, circling him before beginning to press shallowly against that initial resistance. ]
Besides, you know I give you what you want. Eventually.
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You like it.
[ The words smear against his mouth with an unrepentant grin as he pops the cork, warming the oil on his fingers first before curling an arm around the elf propped against his lap. Just one finger at first, trailing back and forth, circling him before beginning to press shallowly against that initial resistance. ]
Besides, you know I give you what you want. Eventually.