[ He feels his heart twinge, like something crustacean retracting within its defences with a pulse of-- it does feel a bit like fear, that lurch. Maybe that explains a few things. Dorian is quite still for a few extended seconds before he relaxes, almost bodily, chin tucking down a little as his hand comes up.
Palm down, he smooths a touch up Bull's arm, to his thick wrist, then grasping his hand as if he might pull it away. He doesn't, of course, just presses his mouth against the swell of Bull's palm, the kiss only the slightest of impressions made.
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Palm down, he smooths a touch up Bull's arm, to his thick wrist, then grasping his hand as if he might pull it away. He doesn't, of course, just presses his mouth against the swell of Bull's palm, the kiss only the slightest of impressions made.
Something to keep. ]