Ahh, [ Dorian says, in mock-enlightenment of correction, laughter more in his eyes than the subtlety of his smile.
And no protest forthcoming.
Especially with Bull's hands on him, and that feeling of his cock through layers of fabric. It's a thrill, as are the subtle grunts and growls he can get out of Bull, especially before either of them are all the way undressed. Dorian's hands slip downward to toy with the ties of his own trousers, tugging them apart with dexterous fingers.
He pushes himself up to balance on his knees, foregoing friction for pushing trousers down a few inches, as far as the spread of his thighs can allow. The smallcloths beneath are appropriate for black, silky clothing, being black and silky in turn, if a great deal more fitted.
In the same motion, he's leaning in to steal a kiss, the changed landscape of Bull's face rendered irrelevant. ]
no subject
And no protest forthcoming.
Especially with Bull's hands on him, and that feeling of his cock through layers of fabric. It's a thrill, as are the subtle grunts and growls he can get out of Bull, especially before either of them are all the way undressed. Dorian's hands slip downward to toy with the ties of his own trousers, tugging them apart with dexterous fingers.
He pushes himself up to balance on his knees, foregoing friction for pushing trousers down a few inches, as far as the spread of his thighs can allow. The smallcloths beneath are appropriate for black, silky clothing, being black and silky in turn, if a great deal more fitted.
In the same motion, he's leaning in to steal a kiss, the changed landscape of Bull's face rendered irrelevant. ]