[ There's a hum that might be agreement as he watches Dorian's fingers tug at his lacings. Elegant hands that should be noble, never see a day of work in their lifetime, calloused only by the grip he keeps on his staff in battle.
Noble, but willing to fight tooth and nail. ]
I like a lot of things.
[ Bull's lips curve, as he reaches to unbuckle the leather harness at his shoulder. The straps slither free of their fastenings, falling heavily the floor beside the bed before leans low, nuzzling a line up along one of those brief indentions of pink against his belly. ]
Keeping my promises among them.
[ Which is all the warning he gets before his tongue darts out against Dorian's nipple, teeth soon to follow in a slow drag against his skin. ]
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Noble, but willing to fight tooth and nail. ]
I like a lot of things.
[ Bull's lips curve, as he reaches to unbuckle the leather harness at his shoulder. The straps slither free of their fastenings, falling heavily the floor beside the bed before leans low, nuzzling a line up along one of those brief indentions of pink against his belly. ]
Keeping my promises among them.
[ Which is all the warning he gets before his tongue darts out against Dorian's nipple, teeth soon to follow in a slow drag against his skin. ]