[ Dorian's muscles are firm and coiled in tension beneath Bull's hands, but it's not a protesting, unwelcoming tension, assisting mainly in the angle of his hips. He tries to keep the parts of him that matter relaxed, in the same way his breathing streams steady, if a little fluttery, in the space between kisses.
His head falls back again as Bull pushes in deeper, filling him, pressing and stretching. Muscles twitch, contract of their own free will, making him gasp in.
Before it can be misconstrued-- ]
Keep going, [ he utters. He refocuses vision that had wandered over Bull's features, settling on his remaining, pale eye. ] Don't stop.
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His head falls back again as Bull pushes in deeper, filling him, pressing and stretching. Muscles twitch, contract of their own free will, making him gasp in.
Before it can be misconstrued-- ]
Keep going, [ he utters. He refocuses vision that had wandered over Bull's features, settling on his remaining, pale eye. ] Don't stop.