[ One sharp intake of breath later, and Dorian has Bull's fingers winding in his hair, tugging his head upwards, and those fingers sink in as deeply as they can go. ]

Think so? Already got a pretty picture in your head?

[ The words growl into the corner of his mouth, drawing back slow and only pushing back with a third slick digit, twisting slowly on the press back inside Dorian's body. Almost there, and the anticipation of it is doing as much as the mage's attempts to crack his composure. His efforts earn a sharp nip to his lower lip. ]

The way you're going to look with my cock stretching that slick hole of yours open?

[ He wants to play that game? Bull's happy to oblige him. ]