[ Dorian has to swallow another laugh at the smack, mouth pressed into a thin smile as he instead draws his hand away, brushing off against sheets before finding a place to settle high on Bull's waist. Anticipation simmers back to the fore as he shifts as he's being urged to, the logistics of being fucked by a qunari only a little bit more complicated than the more equal match of other human men, or slender elves.
He remembers the word. It hasn't shaped itself inside his mouth at any point, but its existence had let him provoke and behave as he might not have done otherwise. Now, Dorian obliges Iron Bull with a nod, sober and swift, if still with a glimmer of amusement in his eye. ]
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He remembers the word. It hasn't shaped itself inside his mouth at any point, but its existence had let him provoke and behave as he might not have done otherwise. Now, Dorian obliges Iron Bull with a nod, sober and swift, if still with a glimmer of amusement in his eye. ]