Normally one doesn't survive the- [ No room to finish the thought as he's hefted and tossed like he weighs nothing at all, sprawling on his back against the bed, for a moment he's laughing, giddy with the strength presented, by the promise of more than teasing touches, by not having to work for this.
it's a terrible burden, having to be the seducer every single time. Part of him is terribly aware he's placed that role on Bull's shoulders but this is more honest, less practiced.
Here they both get something from it.
His laughter twists into a low moan, hips moving to make stripping his trousers easier- the thick lines of ink that curl around his thighs and splinter off into thin tendrils to wind up the length of his cock all the more apparent when he's this hard. For a moment it seems like he might get a brush of lips- a lick, a breath- something when Bull leans lower.
The image is almost too much, Zevran's head falls back with a low, wanton groan. ]
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Date: 2015-12-27 10:12 pm (UTC)it's a terrible burden, having to be the seducer every single time. Part of him is terribly aware he's placed that role on Bull's shoulders but this is more honest, less practiced.
Here they both get something from it.
His laughter twists into a low moan, hips moving to make stripping his trousers easier- the thick lines of ink that curl around his thighs and splinter off into thin tendrils to wind up the length of his cock all the more apparent when he's this hard. For a moment it seems like he might get a brush of lips- a lick, a breath- something when Bull leans lower.
The image is almost too much, Zevran's head falls back with a low, wanton groan. ]
Maker- your mouth.