[ He's almost too tight, just riding that edge of too much, but it's an edge he visits often. A line that thin just needs a little more care than the average tumble.
His hips roll again, the bed creaking beneath his weight as it shifts, and Zevran rises and falls with the movement. He can feel the grip of him flexing around him, hot and slick, and after a moment he pushes him forward.
Just far enough to grab the thick bindings on his arms. Weight's distributed well enough that he can dangle, just like that, suspended in his grip while Bull strokes his thigh. Then he draws back, almost halfway, and thrusts. ]
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His hips roll again, the bed creaking beneath his weight as it shifts, and Zevran rises and falls with the movement. He can feel the grip of him flexing around him, hot and slick, and after a moment he pushes him forward.
Just far enough to grab the thick bindings on his arms. Weight's distributed well enough that he can dangle, just like that, suspended in his grip while Bull strokes his thigh. Then he draws back, almost halfway, and thrusts. ]