[ Dorian's thighs open beneath the cursory shove of Bull's hands, unfolded, but strain still sets in his muscles in subtle twitches up along his thighs, low in his abdomen, pushing back against where he's kept pushed into the bed. Revelling in it, as he has been, drinking in the extra focus necessary to keep him in place.
And it's been a little while, actually, since he's done this, and naturally it's the sort of thought that intrudes right as it's happening and otherwise unremarked on the rest of the time save to, now and then, make light of all the sex he's not been having. No nerves, save for the ones that generate feelings of anticipation.
He makes a soft, unbidden sound at that initial touch, the comparatively cool, slick suggestion of oil. His jaw firms, like he's biting back any urge to spur Bull along, that soft ah all he's getting. ]
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And it's been a little while, actually, since he's done this, and naturally it's the sort of thought that intrudes right as it's happening and otherwise unremarked on the rest of the time save to, now and then, make light of all the sex he's not been having. No nerves, save for the ones that generate feelings of anticipation.
He makes a soft, unbidden sound at that initial touch, the comparatively cool, slick suggestion of oil. His jaw firms, like he's biting back any urge to spur Bull along, that soft ah all he's getting. ]