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The Iron Bull | Hissrad ([personal profile] qunari) wrote2015-12-02 11:09 pm

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ombranera: (Well if that is how you feel...)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Maul, more like. Massive and unrelenting.

[ The more he squirms and earns little for it, the sadder his eyes become, the lower his ears droop. ]

Neither is teasing me. [ Is he pouting? Yes, just a little. ]
ombranera: (Everything I feel is wrong)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
But-

[ And he does, just like that, leaving Zevran pouting in full, ears dipped to the lowest possible angle he can manage without spraining something, eyes wide and a little wet, lips in a moue of displeasure. ]

So cruel to me, Toro. So cruel.

[ He passes the oil along, still pouting. ]
ombranera: (Not a bad look for you!)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vehement and marvelous. Zevran melts against him in an instant, all feigned petulance dropping away in favor of sincere enjoyment.

Not that Bull's entirely forgiven, he tips his head to the side enough to nip at his bottom lip in reproach at that gradual, sliding finger. He can take more. Has. Even if he felt precarious and fragile at the moment.

Perhaps it is better that Bull is taking his time. ]


Usually when I've completely forgotten how to speak Common, but, yes.
ombranera: (Not my fault!)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]


Do you even understand that much Antivan?
ombranera: (Well if that is how you feel...)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
I have attempted to learn Qunlat but the grammar is-

[ Wait, give him a moment, it is hard to think past the slow press of Bull's finger. Unrelenting indeed.

His breath hitches, hips rocking up for a half moment before rolling down, taking more as he attempts to find his thread of thought. ]


Challenging.
ombranera: (Oh you)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-21 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Not much, Orlesian is easier.

[ He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes falling closed to better focus on the slow drag of Bull's fingers, hips hitching down for more. Keeping up with the pace is difficult when it keeps changing- keeps him off balance enough that every stroke crackles something bright and hot in the pit of his stomach.

Two has him still and tense for a moment, distracting himself with the stubble on Bull's jaw- with brushing his lips back and forth across it to taste skin until too much becomes just enough. ]


ombranera: (Cruel to the end)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
And you could offer that?

[ Of course Bull could. Of course Bull did, every shivery hitch of his hips against the slow press lulling him into utter bonelessness- the tightening spiral in his gut less a wild, crackling inferno and more a slow wash like the tide.

Like a worn down shore, ready to be reshaped- he aches for more. ]


What is Qunlat for more? Please.
ombranera: (Oh you)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-25 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Like rock grinding against metal, low and rumbling and inevitable. Reasons he never learned much Ander- the glottal and guttural twist to the tongue was difficult after the lilt and glide of Antivan.

But he tries. ]


Isaam?

[ Still too slick, too light, too breathy on the 'aah'. Zevran swallows, tries again. Less slick, less light, but not quite hard enough. ]

Isaam-
ombranera: (Well if that is how you feel...)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-25 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Talk about incentive. Zevran's hips hitch as his breath catches in his throat, swallowing past the sensation. ]

Isaam.

[ Stuttered, stalled. He sucks in a breath and focuses on the pressure that keeps him from breathing too deep. ]
ombranera: (Not a bad look for you!)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-03-30 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Issam-

[ Impossible to catch his breath, to focus on anything more than the slow, steady press of Bull's fingers and the shape of that word when he's claimed thusly-

He had half a mind to ask what 'please' might be but the thought of wrapping his head around two words of Qunlat?

Just the one. Over and over, sliding to either side of sibilant or too guttural as he over-corrects while melting against Bull. ]