[ Dorian throws his head back at the feeling of Bull's rough palm working against his swollen cock, the span of his hand big and warm and blunt but then immediately attentive and specific and knowing. There's no point at playing at further resistance, save for one token scrabble for purchase as ivory teeth bite on his own bottom lip and hands make fists--
He's already feels like he's been falling, or sliding down a slope he can only occasionally entertain purchase, and what is termed as letting go feels more like a crash landing. In a satisfying, pounding sort of way. He spills warm between them, the sound he makes without reserve, louder than he's been before, dimly reminiscent of when he conjures some spell to particular excess (which should recontextualise battles in interesting ways).
It's not quick. Several seconds of shudder and gasp, before his hands relax, and he blinks open his eyes, breathing hard.
His legs don't stop clinging, heels digging in to the backs of Bull's thighs. There's a second, shuddering groan as his internal muscles twitch and cling and resist the push and pull back of Bull's cock, making for friction, tension, tightness. ]
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He's already feels like he's been falling, or sliding down a slope he can only occasionally entertain purchase, and what is termed as letting go feels more like a crash landing. In a satisfying, pounding sort of way. He spills warm between them, the sound he makes without reserve, louder than he's been before, dimly reminiscent of when he conjures some spell to particular excess (which should recontextualise battles in interesting ways).
It's not quick. Several seconds of shudder and gasp, before his hands relax, and he blinks open his eyes, breathing hard.
His legs don't stop clinging, heels digging in to the backs of Bull's thighs. There's a second, shuddering groan as his internal muscles twitch and cling and resist the push and pull back of Bull's cock, making for friction, tension, tightness. ]