[ Instead of leaving the blade to drop off the edge of the bed, it drops to the sheets between Zevran's thighs, the better to make use of later. Can't forget it's there, though. Have to keep focused.
Hard thing to do, admittedly, with Zev peering down at him, eyes all blown, hair tousled. Yeah. It's every bit the image he was hoping for, and Bull's return grin is unrepentant. ]
You like it.
[ One lean leg gets caught beneath the knee, hoisted higher, before Bull's teeth rake against that tense muscle tone. One huff of breath and the scent of his skin catches, encourages a low sound in his throat, and that nip at the end is nearly sharp enough to draw blood.
All it leaves instead is a bright red mark blushing outward under his skin. ]
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Date: 2015-12-29 12:31 am (UTC)Hard thing to do, admittedly, with Zev peering down at him, eyes all blown, hair tousled. Yeah. It's every bit the image he was hoping for, and Bull's return grin is unrepentant. ]
You like it.
[ One lean leg gets caught beneath the knee, hoisted higher, before Bull's teeth rake against that tense muscle tone. One huff of breath and the scent of his skin catches, encourages a low sound in his throat, and that nip at the end is nearly sharp enough to draw blood.
All it leaves instead is a bright red mark blushing outward under his skin. ]