Arms braced against the wall behind the headboard Zevran shivers- tipping his thighs apart as needed for more of those biting, bruising kisses. He'd feel them for days after and that? Is what he needs. A little reminder of this lover, of what he enjoys in Taas. That controlled force.
A pity Taas cannot hear him moan, but he's learned to show in other ways how good this is. The hitch of his hips, the trembling of his thighs as every lick has him gasping. No furious conquest, this. Lazy, easy, and with the sheer warmth and size of Taas supporting him? Zevran stops trying to hold himself up, letting Taas move him as he needs, following him in every subtle nudge and press.
Taas rubs his fingers over those nice thighs, stroking one hand up to grab a hip as he angles the elf a little better to slide a little bit of his tongue inside him. He groans against the sensitive flesh, running the tip only at the inside of the rim and not going any further for now.
He was going to take his sweet time with this nice ass.
As much as he wishes he could hear the moans, the way Zevran's body quivers and how the way Taas can feel him draw breath is pretty damn hot. Moving the hand from his hip, he drags a calloused finger over the underside of the elf's cock while flicking his tongue a little bit deeper inside to tease.
Zevran's breath stutters in his chest as it always does- not a finger, not a toy, not a cock- thin and hot and curling in ways those things cannot. To have this given, sweetly and freely, is not something he'll ever take for granted.
Intermittent shudders against Taas' hands holding him offer what his voice cannot, his toes curling against the lazy flick of that heated tongue, pressing against Taas' chest or catching in the sheets- cock stiff and beading with precum already, jerking with the sudden swell of sensation. It takes everything not to grind down- to not demand more- but he had taken his time.
What can he say, Taas loves things like this. Exploring people with every part of himself, feeling the quiver of strong thighs around his head, the jolt going through the body above at a specifically nice spot. The fact that if was Zevran, who had taken such sweet, sweet care of him made it so much better.
Slipping his tongue free for a moment, he places heated kisses at the perineum and then at the underside of the elf's balls, trying to not rub his horns anywhere uncomfortable. The hand at Zevran's cock wraps around it, stealing some of that slick precome to get a nice slide. Yet he just holds it for now, feeling the pulse run through the hard flesh.
Seemingly pleased at that, he runs his tongue against the skin all the way back to the elf's hole, returning to tease and push inside.
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A pity Taas cannot hear him moan, but he's learned to show in other ways how good this is. The hitch of his hips, the trembling of his thighs as every lick has him gasping. No furious conquest, this. Lazy, easy, and with the sheer warmth and size of Taas supporting him? Zevran stops trying to hold himself up, letting Taas move him as he needs, following him in every subtle nudge and press.
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He was going to take his sweet time with this nice ass.
As much as he wishes he could hear the moans, the way Zevran's body quivers and how the way Taas can feel him draw breath is pretty damn hot. Moving the hand from his hip, he drags a calloused finger over the underside of the elf's cock while flicking his tongue a little bit deeper inside to tease.
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Intermittent shudders against Taas' hands holding him offer what his voice cannot, his toes curling against the lazy flick of that heated tongue, pressing against Taas' chest or catching in the sheets- cock stiff and beading with precum already, jerking with the sudden swell of sensation. It takes everything not to grind down- to not demand more- but he had taken his time.
Letting Taas do the same is only fair.
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Slipping his tongue free for a moment, he places heated kisses at the perineum and then at the underside of the elf's balls, trying to not rub his horns anywhere uncomfortable. The hand at Zevran's cock wraps around it, stealing some of that slick precome to get a nice slide. Yet he just holds it for now, feeling the pulse run through the hard flesh.
Seemingly pleased at that, he runs his tongue against the skin all the way back to the elf's hole, returning to tease and push inside.