[ He takes, and he gives. He tastes the warmth of Zevran's mouth in full and coaxes him up until he's ready to fall again, and when Bull draws back his eye is dark and full of promise. His voice is husky when he speaks again, a rumble against those lips. ]
Gonna be good for me again?
[ The oil is close. Zevran is close, all without having even touched his cock yet. He deserves to have a little time spent exploring that need, plying him open properly. There's patience needed for that, and care, because hurting is different from pain, and he knows the difference. ]
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Gonna be good for me again?
[ The oil is close. Zevran is close, all without having even touched his cock yet. He deserves to have a little time spent exploring that need, plying him open properly. There's patience needed for that, and care, because hurting is different from pain, and he knows the difference. ]