Setsun doesn't reply, instead moving farther down, to the bull man's tuft of pubic hair. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the bull's musk, before coming face to face with Sonim's massive erection. He reaches out to touch it cautiously, it's weight immense in his palm. "Gods . . ."<br/><br/>He leans in, running his tongue along the head.