[ In unintellectual response, Dorian knows a thrill of anticipation at the feeling of Bull's hand, hips twitching up into it just as that pressure rings a circle around the base of his cock. He gasps, sharp, his body twisting just a little beneath the other man, where his hips are pushed into the mattress and thighs spread wide. His free hand grips a big, silvery bicep.
Temporarily an open book, his expression softer and eyes bright, there's something like vulnerability behind them. The idea of demonstrating that much need. The idea of wanting to, and the more psychological arousal at words and action. Of being driven to that place.
Despite that-- ]
Then we might be here for sometime.
[ And what a tragedy that would be. But even Dorian doesn't even sound that convinced in his own staying power, eyes shutting again under the next wave of feeling, another word in Tevene snipped in half between his teeth. ]
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Temporarily an open book, his expression softer and eyes bright, there's something like vulnerability behind them. The idea of demonstrating that much need. The idea of wanting to, and the more psychological arousal at words and action. Of being driven to that place.
Despite that-- ]
Then we might be here for sometime.
[ And what a tragedy that would be. But even Dorian doesn't even sound that convinced in his own staying power, eyes shutting again under the next wave of feeling, another word in Tevene snipped in half between his teeth. ]