[ Then comes the third cut, another thin ribbon of red opening under the pinch of the blade. His gaze is as steady as his stand, staying on point until the line is completely even, and he feels Zevran nuzzling back against him.
Then he catches the full meaning behind the look in those honey-colored eyes. Oh. Oho. Well someone got affectionate while they were floating, didn't they?
Bull's lips creased in a smirk as the blade was laid aside, hand lifting to run against Zevran's tattooed cheek, thumb tracing against the ink. ]
Good. You did real good for me.
[ And a kiss seems fitting enough a reward. But it's no gentle thing. Like everything else, it serves a purpose. It communicates heat, and hunger. It's as much a command as anything else he does, a deep and searching thing that scratches the scruff of his jaw against the elf's skin, and all the effort to breathe is soon to be for naught. ]
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Date: 2016-01-05 07:46 am (UTC)Then he catches the full meaning behind the look in those honey-colored eyes. Oh. Oho. Well someone got affectionate while they were floating, didn't they?
Bull's lips creased in a smirk as the blade was laid aside, hand lifting to run against Zevran's tattooed cheek, thumb tracing against the ink. ]
Good. You did real good for me.
[ And a kiss seems fitting enough a reward. But it's no gentle thing. Like everything else, it serves a purpose. It communicates heat, and hunger. It's as much a command as anything else he does, a deep and searching thing that scratches the scruff of his jaw against the elf's skin, and all the effort to breathe is soon to be for naught. ]