[ It gets him only the tiniest bit of leverage, as Bull's weight shifts to his knees, but it's more to keep his weight off of him than to give him the room he feigns wanting. Just enough wiggle room to...well. Wriggle.
Because he's not going anywhere. Bull's fingers grip the collar of his robe with a low chuckle, thumb flicking over the silver clasp. ]
Good.
[ And then there's the sound of fabric shredding sharply, and the long, graceful expanse of Dorian's throat that so desperately needs a good love bite laid into it. Oh, low enough that even his less layered robes will be able to cover it.
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Because he's not going anywhere. Bull's fingers grip the collar of his robe with a low chuckle, thumb flicking over the silver clasp. ]
Good.
[ And then there's the sound of fabric shredding sharply, and the long, graceful expanse of Dorian's throat that so desperately needs a good love bite laid into it. Oh, low enough that even his less layered robes will be able to cover it.
He's considerate like that. ]