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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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.