[ It's a preemptive relief, the feeling of Bull's hand opening around his cock, and Dorian rewards it by matching that long, deliberate rhythm. Easy, he's told, and easy he gives, at once tense and languid. There's something in this withdrawing from the brink he enjoys, something about luxuriating in it more than a simple race to the finish allows.
All the same. As Bull begins to build them back towards that threshold, Dorian greedily relaxes into allowing it, save for where he can't relax, the twitches and flexes and gasps. ]
Yes... [ he breathes out, the s cut sharp on his teeth. The bed moves beneath them, straining under weight, the driving movements of the man above him, which makes it feel as if perhaps all of Skyhold is rocking gently. ] Bull...
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All the same. As Bull begins to build them back towards that threshold, Dorian greedily relaxes into allowing it, save for where he can't relax, the twitches and flexes and gasps. ]
Yes... [ he breathes out, the s cut sharp on his teeth. The bed moves beneath them, straining under weight, the driving movements of the man above him, which makes it feel as if perhaps all of Skyhold is rocking gently. ] Bull...