[ Slow is good. Slow is what he craves, for all the frantic energy prickling at his spine. Breathing through what he wants, to lay that in someone else's hands and trust him to give him perhaps not that, but what he needs?
Does not come easily. But he tries. Hooks his hands along Bull's horns to massage the space where bone meets skin, bite back at those lips as much as he pants out soft sighs. ]
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Does not come easily. But he tries. Hooks his hands along Bull's horns to massage the space where bone meets skin, bite back at those lips as much as he pants out soft sighs. ]
Do you even understand that much Antivan?