[ These little moments of tenderness, whether intended or not on the part of Bull (and never let it be said that Dorian's isn't capable of reading too deeply into things), are always disorienting. Only because they invite Dorian to return them, or lean into them, which generally feels diametrically opposite to the effect he wants to give about being tied up with rope.
And besides all that, he wants this too. Sex that's undeniably good. Spectacular, even. The tug of rope, the burn of muscle.
His returning smile is subtle, not without warmth, chin tipping up in response to that hand at his face, before a step pulls him just a little out of the way. Sexual tension, he gets too, more ready to stoke those fires rather than others. (He thinks a little bit about that. The gentleness, that comes after.) ]
I've been told I wear it well. Granted, it's been a while.
[ He loosens the fastenings of his robe, opening out of it, all fitted leather and bare arms beneath. ]
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And besides all that, he wants this too. Sex that's undeniably good. Spectacular, even. The tug of rope, the burn of muscle.
His returning smile is subtle, not without warmth, chin tipping up in response to that hand at his face, before a step pulls him just a little out of the way. Sexual tension, he gets too, more ready to stoke those fires rather than others. (He thinks a little bit about that. The gentleness, that comes after.) ]
I've been told I wear it well. Granted, it's been a while.
[ He loosens the fastenings of his robe, opening out of it, all fitted leather and bare arms beneath. ]