[It's groaned out. Deep breaths are not the easiest to manage when he has one hand on his cock, the fingers of the other inside, and Zevran's voice and sounds filling his ears and mind.]
Anything, Zevran, but please, please. Give me your all. I need you.
[And he trusts the assassin to give it, to take him and handle him.]
You, bent back, spread wide, and begging. Writhing under me as I fill you over and over, twisting so deep that you can feel me in the back of your throat-
[ His breath catches, here, as his own fingers twist and press in deep, ripping a moan from him that cracks the next word in half. ]
no subject
[It's groaned out. Deep breaths are not the easiest to manage when he has one hand on his cock, the fingers of the other inside, and Zevran's voice and sounds filling his ears and mind.]
Anything, Zevran, but please, please. Give me your all. I need you.
[And he trusts the assassin to give it, to take him and handle him.]
You fill me so perfectly.
no subject
[ His breath catches, here, as his own fingers twist and press in deep, ripping a moan from him that cracks the next word in half. ]
Unbearable.