[ Pinning Dorian to the bed is an easy affair, even beside Bull's equally easy strength; resistance coiled in his arms is reflexive only, firms up a little as that one big hand grasps his wrists like he is far more dainty than he's actually is. The sensation is a compelling one, his blood rushing in a way that makes him feel the entirety of his body is blushing.
Basking in Bull's gaze is not remotely abashed, however. He clings where he can with the press of his knees, a soft noise of complaint, for the hand lifting away from his cock, sharply cut off with the next driving thrust, his hands knotting into fists as his eyes close, face turning aside into his own open elbow.
The smack is rewarded mainly with a soft gasp, too in the moment to play at indignance, his whole body going taut like a bowstring between the juncture of their hips, and his wrists pinned to the mattress. ]
Bull, [ he echoes, eyes opening with hard blinks, chin tipping to open his throat to Bull's husky growl, warm against his throat. His words come at a mumble, pressed along the other man's scarred cheek. ] Oh, Bull, don't stop, please don't--
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Basking in Bull's gaze is not remotely abashed, however. He clings where he can with the press of his knees, a soft noise of complaint, for the hand lifting away from his cock, sharply cut off with the next driving thrust, his hands knotting into fists as his eyes close, face turning aside into his own open elbow.
The smack is rewarded mainly with a soft gasp, too in the moment to play at indignance, his whole body going taut like a bowstring between the juncture of their hips, and his wrists pinned to the mattress. ]
Bull, [ he echoes, eyes opening with hard blinks, chin tipping to open his throat to Bull's husky growl, warm against his throat. His words come at a mumble, pressed along the other man's scarred cheek. ] Oh, Bull, don't stop, please don't--