[ It does more than he knows, even with the low growl it earns, Bull's breath warm against his lips even as teeth nip at him in response. The game of it falls in and out of importance as they both grind together, savoring the contact, the texture and the urgency of it pressing ever closer. ]
Then let's see if we can't help you with that.
[ The grip on his throat eases, and Bull reaches instead for the battered little end-table that the wine now sits so precariously on, past the bottle for another, before prying the cork free with a tug of his teeth.
The oil smells much the same as it did in the tent, and his fingers get a generous amount spilled over them before pries Dorian's thighs apart, just far enough to get between them. He doesn't move far, however, keeps close enough to hover, to keep him pinned to the bed as that first coaxing touch trails over that tight ring of muscle. ]
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Then let's see if we can't help you with that.
[ The grip on his throat eases, and Bull reaches instead for the battered little end-table that the wine now sits so precariously on, past the bottle for another, before prying the cork free with a tug of his teeth.
The oil smells much the same as it did in the tent, and his fingers get a generous amount spilled over them before pries Dorian's thighs apart, just far enough to get between them. He doesn't move far, however, keeps close enough to hover, to keep him pinned to the bed as that first coaxing touch trails over that tight ring of muscle. ]