[ Dorian kisses back, after at first mostly being warm and open and passive. No dirty biting or plunder, just a sinking into heated affection. His arms now free, they sink onto Bull's shoulders, hands laying along the back of his neck, up at the base of his horns. His nails dig in ever so in mirror of the blunter press of Bull's fingers into his hips.
And just like that, it's over. Dorian's legs relax, the soles of his feet finding the bed, knees still bent. Other sensations are registering, now; his hips aren't going to thank him tomorrow when he's riding across Orlais. He feels wet all over, sweat and saliva and oil and semen all variously clinging to his skin. The kiss-bruises at his neck tingle.
It's good, all of it good, and he remains just here, in the midst of it, before cold opinions to the contrary can yet creep in.
The sound he makes is content, along with a flutter of a laugh, eyes shut as he becomes more concious of where Bull's brow maps against his own, and something in his chest area feels as though it flips over. Not an entirely unfamiliar twinge, just a rare one, an unlikely one, easily ignored. The qunari cock he begged for is still inside of him, the issue of their rutting dirty on his--
--oh, please. All of that can wait. He tips his nose up to nudge against Bull, his hands remembering where they are and running along the shaven skin at the back of the other man's skull, fingers toying around where skin roughs out into bone. ]
If you fall asleep like this, there'll truly be no escape.
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And just like that, it's over. Dorian's legs relax, the soles of his feet finding the bed, knees still bent. Other sensations are registering, now; his hips aren't going to thank him tomorrow when he's riding across Orlais. He feels wet all over, sweat and saliva and oil and semen all variously clinging to his skin. The kiss-bruises at his neck tingle.
It's good, all of it good, and he remains just here, in the midst of it, before cold opinions to the contrary can yet creep in.
The sound he makes is content, along with a flutter of a laugh, eyes shut as he becomes more concious of where Bull's brow maps against his own, and something in his chest area feels as though it flips over. Not an entirely unfamiliar twinge, just a rare one, an unlikely one, easily ignored. The qunari cock he begged for is still inside of him, the issue of their rutting dirty on his--
--oh, please. All of that can wait. He tips his nose up to nudge against Bull, his hands remembering where they are and running along the shaven skin at the back of the other man's skull, fingers toying around where skin roughs out into bone. ]
If you fall asleep like this, there'll truly be no escape.