[ He gives him more. Steady, as before. There's opportunity to pause between them, to rub against reddened skin already starting to glow with heat, until he feels those anxious knots begin to unravel. Then another sharp smack follows. ]
Good. Breathe.
[ There's a difference between beating and this, just as there's a difference between pain and hurting. Zevran can stop this, any time he wants, but if he stays? He'll bring him back from that edge, let him float just as long as he wants.
Finally, the blows stop. There's a heady rumble from behind Zevran as he's pulled back up off of that vulnerable, kneeling position, tugged instead to sit against Bull's thigh. He's still got those ridiculous stripped pants on, Orlesian silk, and he's willing to bet Zevran's going to be grateful for the smooth feeling against his skin right now. ]
That's right. I've got you.
[ One hand smooths against his hip, his thigh, the other pressed flat against his chest. Zevran can lean back into him or forward, and either way he's supported, able to relax for a few short breaths. ]
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Good. Breathe.
[ There's a difference between beating and this, just as there's a difference between pain and hurting. Zevran can stop this, any time he wants, but if he stays? He'll bring him back from that edge, let him float just as long as he wants.
Finally, the blows stop. There's a heady rumble from behind Zevran as he's pulled back up off of that vulnerable, kneeling position, tugged instead to sit against Bull's thigh. He's still got those ridiculous stripped pants on, Orlesian silk, and he's willing to bet Zevran's going to be grateful for the smooth feeling against his skin right now. ]
That's right. I've got you.
[ One hand smooths against his hip, his thigh, the other pressed flat against his chest. Zevran can lean back into him or forward, and either way he's supported, able to relax for a few short breaths. ]
That's it.