[ Dorian is distinctly aware of his mouth going dry as Bull says wonderfulterrible things into the crook of his neck, but not quite as aware of that as he is fingertips getting more specific against his groin where blood rushes downwards, making him want to squirm, which he denies himself. For now. His eyes close, having gotten heavier when Bull's fingers found a grip in his hair.
He manages a chuckle, dry in his throat, already huskier than it was before. It catches when Bull's teeth mark a mark, breaking into a grunt. ]
Oh, I couldn't possibly, [ he says ] without something to bite.
[ His hands continue to smooth along Bull's gesture, over scars, over where armor normally lies flat, and down, teasing a blunt fingernail over a nipple, retracing that path again once he's discovered it. ]
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He manages a chuckle, dry in his throat, already huskier than it was before. It catches when Bull's teeth mark a mark, breaking into a grunt. ]
Oh, I couldn't possibly, [ he says ] without something to bite.
[ His hands continue to smooth along Bull's gesture, over scars, over where armor normally lies flat, and down, teasing a blunt fingernail over a nipple, retracing that path again once he's discovered it. ]