[ Dorian's witty repartee comes out as more of an indignant moue, inarticulate as Bull's fingers push deeply and hook wickedly. The next breath out comes out shuddery, felt in close quarters, eyes closed as he feels the indistinct push of Bull's face into his hair. It's an odd feeling, an affectionate feeling, somehow throwing itself into the foreground of sensory input and planting a tiny smolder in his heart, despite the fact he has two large fingers working his arse.
Which isn't underestimated either, thighs spread wide, small twitches of abortive movements to keep his hips still. His next kiss beneath Bull's jaw is more of a bite of his troubles. ]
I can handle you, [ he asserts, once he has his voice back, on a delay. Playing at prim and bossy is undermined by strain, the sound of his breathing. Hands settled on Bull's shoulders rake down, a nail catching past a nipple, over the lingering indentation of his harness, over scars. ] All bits of you. Including that giant qunari cock of yours you've neglected this wh-whole time.
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Which isn't underestimated either, thighs spread wide, small twitches of abortive movements to keep his hips still. His next kiss beneath Bull's jaw is more of a bite of his troubles. ]
I can handle you, [ he asserts, once he has his voice back, on a delay. Playing at prim and bossy is undermined by strain, the sound of his breathing. Hands settled on Bull's shoulders rake down, a nail catching past a nipple, over the lingering indentation of his harness, over scars. ] All bits of you. Including that giant qunari cock of yours you've neglected this wh-whole time.