[ Bull lets out an amused noise of his own before leaning low. Low enough to graze teeth against his ear and bite, and that next thrust rucks Dorian up against the sheets. ]

Believe the word you used was 'ruin'.

[ Another snap of his hips and the mattress itself bounces, and the pace isn't slowing. He needs him too, wants to feel the way his body holds him fast, like it doesn't want to let go, only to surrender to him all over again. Another thrust, another slick slapping noise, and he reaches to pinch at Dorian's still-swollen nipple. ]

Got to say, it's got some appeal. After all, I've got you right where I want you. How long do you think I can keep you like this?

[ A chuckle, another heavy thrust, and this time no relenting pause, no second's rest to draw breath before driving deep and watching the instinctive twitch of his limbs as he's filled entire. ]