[ Higher and higher, drifting more outside of his skin than in it until that second line drags him back into his skin in a sharp, crackling of light and sensation, sucking the air from his lungs. He needs that reminder to breathe desperately, too wound up in focusing on the parting of his skin under the blade in so slim and subtle a manner.
THe order comes and he breathes, gasping through the self induced dizzy spell, cheek turning to press against Bull's skin in an effort to ground himself without. It doesn't last, there's nothing but the knife and the slow thrumming of Bull's pulse behind him. He matches his breathing to that and it helps keep him from floating so far that the next cut is a shock. Trying to keep track, to count how long until it comes is useless- all he need to do is breathe.
Melt back against him, precome dribbling steadily down his cock, and breathe.
Zevran tips his head back and angles his face in the direction of Bull's, aching for a kiss and uncertain how to ask for it.. ]
no subject
THe order comes and he breathes, gasping through the self induced dizzy spell, cheek turning to press against Bull's skin in an effort to ground himself without. It doesn't last, there's nothing but the knife and the slow thrumming of Bull's pulse behind him. He matches his breathing to that and it helps keep him from floating so far that the next cut is a shock. Trying to keep track, to count how long until it comes is useless- all he need to do is breathe.
Melt back against him, precome dribbling steadily down his cock, and breathe.
Zevran tips his head back and angles his face in the direction of Bull's, aching for a kiss and uncertain how to ask for it.. ]