[ Of all the things he could find attractive about Bull, his voice seems like it ought to be low on the scale. But it's as physical as everything else about him, that growl against his neck as textured as hands and mouth and teeth, and his squirming beneath and against Bull angles a little more into the tug at his hips, already seeking that relief.
By the time Bull has risen up again, he's-- getting breathing under control. It wouldn't do to be panting yet. ]
Inveterate brute.
[ His fingertips run over that small patch of skin made tender (and he will most certainly admire it in the mirror later), and huffs as his robes are torn further, opening low to his navel, trousers done up somewhat less complicatedly than the last time with lacing. Abdominal muscles twitch and tense beneath smooth skin as he shifts against the bed, as if to get out from under him. Giving reason for the handling he's gotten so far. ]
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By the time Bull has risen up again, he's-- getting breathing under control. It wouldn't do to be panting yet. ]
Inveterate brute.
[ His fingertips run over that small patch of skin made tender (and he will most certainly admire it in the mirror later), and huffs as his robes are torn further, opening low to his navel, trousers done up somewhat less complicatedly than the last time with lacing. Abdominal muscles twitch and tense beneath smooth skin as he shifts against the bed, as if to get out from under him. Giving reason for the handling he's gotten so far. ]