[ Yes, very funny, Dorian's lips twitching into the beginning of an answering sneer before he manages to push his thigh up against the juncture of Bull's-- and then the answering pressure as Bull pushes back down, pulls him in.
He has to wrangle his own restraint to stop himself from simply rutting against the other man and into all that friction and pressure; but he's not still, forcing the squirm of his hips up against the qunari into something more deliberate, hooking his outer leg to wrap up around his waist, heel against the back of his thigh as leverage, as if attempting to push back on Bull's composure (considering the state of his own). To find those cracks he's not even aware of existing. ]
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He has to wrangle his own restraint to stop himself from simply rutting against the other man and into all that friction and pressure; but he's not still, forcing the squirm of his hips up against the qunari into something more deliberate, hooking his outer leg to wrap up around his waist, heel against the back of his thigh as leverage, as if attempting to push back on Bull's composure (considering the state of his own). To find those cracks he's not even aware of existing. ]
I am, [ he confirms, at a husky purr. ]