Riven moved to the bottom of the bed, leaning down to spread Eli's legs with a gentle yet commanding touch. "Just relax for me," he murmured, his breath warm against Eli's skin. With a teasing flick of his tongue, he traced the sensitive skin around Eli's entrance, eliciting a soft moan from the bunny.
Encouraged by the response, Riven dove in deeper, his tongue exploring, swirling, and teasing, driving Eli wild with sensations he could hardly manage.
Every stroke seemed to be hitting all the right spots. It was a mix of pressure and tenderness that had Eli squirming beneath him. Riven lost himself in the taste and warmth, fully immersed in the moment, as Eli's breaths turned ragged and desperate.
