[ Bright little crackles under his skin, sparks that layer little by little until they're as molten as the heat pooling at the base of his spine. He thought he'd known what he was getting into, here. What he'd asked for. Expecting to be overwhelmed and finding himself on the edge of it before Bull's even touched him properly would be mortifying for Zevran if he didn't need it quite so badly.
He hasn't been told to be still. To be quiet. To watch or to close his eyes and those shreds of freedom he falls into gladly- curling one of his legs around the broad expanse of Bull to feel more of his skin. Try tugging him up, tugging him close, urge him to go about his business faster. Between one scrape and the next his breath twists into a low, drawn out whine.
It's good- it's just about where he needs it and the word slips out before he can think to stop himself- or think of what he's asking for. ]
no subject
He hasn't been told to be still. To be quiet. To watch or to close his eyes and those shreds of freedom he falls into gladly- curling one of his legs around the broad expanse of Bull to feel more of his skin. Try tugging him up, tugging him close, urge him to go about his business faster. Between one scrape and the next his breath twists into a low, drawn out whine.
It's good- it's just about where he needs it and the word slips out before he can think to stop himself- or think of what he's asking for. ]
Harder, please-