[ There's a hitch to Zevran's breath, now, the rustling of fabric- his shirt? The sheets? Something as he does more or less what Anders has said. ]
So cruel to start so roughly, my friend. What if I should bruise? Would you kiss it better? I roll with you, settle over you- tilt your hips just so with a firm grip so we are grinding cock to cock together.
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So cruel to start so roughly, my friend. What if I should bruise? Would you kiss it better? I roll with you, settle over you- tilt your hips just so with a firm grip so we are grinding cock to cock together.