[ Please, he says. And the slip earns a grin before Bull complies, teeth scraping at his throat with a hungry noise. ]

Don't worry.

[ Even with his knee starting to ache, he barely pays it any mind. How could he? A deep breath and Bull nuzzles beneath Dorian's jaw, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat and that odd aroma of his, fancy soaps and something near electric just under the surface. ]

I'm going to take you, just like this, for as long as you want. Watching you take my cock like you were born to do it.

[ Another firm smack against his cheek and Bull settles his grip against Dorian's thigh, fingers curling in to grip muscle tense under dark skin. A small tug up, further against his hip, and the angle of those pounding thrusts changes just so. Oh, it's still smooth and easy, just rutting into him and watching Dorian take it so eagerly, body flush and arched, pressing back for all he's worth. ]

And when you want to come...you know what to do.