[ Bull rumbles, edging forward, his weight shifting the balance of the mattress as he moves. ]
Gonna have to argue with you there, big guy.
[ He does take the time to set the wine aside -- not a complete savage, really Dorian -- before one massive hand slides against Dorian's face, thumb tracing his cheekbone.
Before slipping back to grip his hair, firm but not tugging. Not yet. There's always a threat of things pushing too far and someone getting hurt, but neither one of them have seen fit to back down.
Time will tell if that burns one of them or not. If they're lucky? It'll just be him. ]
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Gonna have to argue with you there, big guy.
[ He does take the time to set the wine aside -- not a complete savage, really Dorian -- before one massive hand slides against Dorian's face, thumb tracing his cheekbone.
Before slipping back to grip his hair, firm but not tugging. Not yet. There's always a threat of things pushing too far and someone getting hurt, but neither one of them have seen fit to back down.
Time will tell if that burns one of them or not. If they're lucky? It'll just be him. ]
I'd say your evening's damn well booked.