[ Those hands, that mouth, are beginning to stoke flame, but in this moment, Dorian holds on to restraint while it's still his to handle. A hitch of a breath, the gradual pressure and warmth of himself under leather and Bull's palm, but nothing else. His head tips away from that nip, haughty rebuke, and his eyes slide to the bed. The rope, coiled there, looks more snakish than ever.
He curls his toes against the unyielding floor. Decides he agrees. ]
And if you were going to have me on my knees on the floor, [ he says, stepping out of his leathers, and away from Bull ] you'd have to ask me with a little more courtesy.
[ But he gets onto the bed, all fours for a moment before righting himself in a kneel, keeping Bull in his periphery all the while. ]
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He curls his toes against the unyielding floor. Decides he agrees. ]
And if you were going to have me on my knees on the floor, [ he says, stepping out of his leathers, and away from Bull ] you'd have to ask me with a little more courtesy.
[ But he gets onto the bed, all fours for a moment before righting himself in a kneel, keeping Bull in his periphery all the while. ]