[ The press to the damp bruise nestled at his neck gets a token protest, chin steering away, before his throat is captured in the twin sensations of careful and firm that he's beginning to associate with Bull. Not gentle, exactly, but considered, measured, so in control that if Dorian was in the habit of having insecurity about his worth in bed, it might give him a twinge.
It doesn't, and he knows better. Enough, anyway. He swallows under the dull pressure, eyes bright, his pulse easily detected and hiking up in pace, chin tilting higher to give himself room as his hands settle on Bull's arm. ]
Some--
[ Answering banter comes out more strained and fluttery than is dignified, blinking hard at himself before trying again. ] Some might notice. Eventually.
[ Hands and mouth and handling has ensured he's already hard, erection firm against his belly and heavy feeling. He has no idea how Bull is faring, and attempts to push his thigh between his legs as if to find out. ]
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It doesn't, and he knows better. Enough, anyway. He swallows under the dull pressure, eyes bright, his pulse easily detected and hiking up in pace, chin tilting higher to give himself room as his hands settle on Bull's arm. ]
Some--
[ Answering banter comes out more strained and fluttery than is dignified, blinking hard at himself before trying again. ] Some might notice. Eventually.
[ Hands and mouth and handling has ensured he's already hard, erection firm against his belly and heavy feeling. He has no idea how Bull is faring, and attempts to push his thigh between his legs as if to find out. ]