[ Zevran takes a slow, shuddering breath as he sinks down just a touch, head lolling back against Bull's shoulder. It's almost too much already and he hasn't even started.
Whining he lowers himself half an inch, whimpering at the thick press. Bull's right in that he wants all of it- he knows he can take that much- the question is how long to work himself up to it. Not as long as he should take, face going tight as he rolls down another inch. ]
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Whining he lowers himself half an inch, whimpering at the thick press. Bull's right in that he wants all of it- he knows he can take that much- the question is how long to work himself up to it. Not as long as he should take, face going tight as he rolls down another inch. ]