[ More than just biting, too. His tongue traces the line of his pulse, warm and thrumming. There's two of those bruises at his throat now, still in easy-to-hide spots...but those places of him that hid under his clothes were tender, easier to mark. Easier to nip and scrape and watch him shiver under his teeth, feeling it the length of him through as Dorian struggled to cant his hips upwards. ]
Easy, big guy...
[ Content that he's not going to wind himself up and off any time soon, Bull's hand grows lax in its grip, enough to move in slow, steady strokes along the length of Dorian's cock. Every time he flexes, arches up into the thrust of Bull's hips, he's sliding along the inside of his palm, the crook of his fingers.
It's enough, but too slow, strained, dragging it all out until he's not certain he can take it anymore. Then it starts to build again. The muscles in his thighs strain as he starts to pound him open again, a little faster. A littler harder.
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Easy, big guy...
[ Content that he's not going to wind himself up and off any time soon, Bull's hand grows lax in its grip, enough to move in slow, steady strokes along the length of Dorian's cock. Every time he flexes, arches up into the thrust of Bull's hips, he's sliding along the inside of his palm, the crook of his fingers.
It's enough, but too slow, strained, dragging it all out until he's not certain he can take it anymore. Then it starts to build again. The muscles in his thighs strain as he starts to pound him open again, a little faster. A littler harder.
More. More. ]