[ There's an idle notion as Bull's hand slips over one of his newer cuts- that he'll need to find his needles and fill in the tattoo again- a stuttered thought that slips away at the next bite. Later. He can fuss over his skin later. Right now he wants to forget how it looks and focus on how it feels.
Something aside from the dull ache and numb chill and Bull, as ever, is so warm. ]
I knew a man that kept a full size one propped up next to his bed for his lovers.
[ He angles his head to the side, offering Bull the entirety of his throat and shoulder to nip, hands on his shoulders twitching at that faint press. Few give them that kind of attention- well. Taas did. Few others. He arches into it without thought, letting instinct guide him rather than practice. ]
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Something aside from the dull ache and numb chill and Bull, as ever, is so warm. ]
I knew a man that kept a full size one propped up next to his bed for his lovers.
[ He angles his head to the side, offering Bull the entirety of his throat and shoulder to nip, hands on his shoulders twitching at that faint press. Few give them that kind of attention- well. Taas did. Few others. He arches into it without thought, letting instinct guide him rather than practice. ]