[ On the feeling of Bull's fingers sliding out of curls now ruffled into slight disarray, Dorian had perhaps imagined that they'd move on past this point. But that hand continues to work him, and the kiss doesn't break, and then--
Dorian kneels up just a little to help, drawing in a long breath at the feeling of Bull's fingers stroking him, and he doesn't have to make any specific sound before that first invasive push sinks in. His hands land on Bull's shoulders, gripping on rather than attempting to generate sensation, and his push and shift of his hips is entirely indulgent.
He could come right here, like this. And soon. The idea is slightly mortifying.
But not mortifying enough, sinking into sensation for all that he clings on to control. He eases his thighs a little wider apart, feeling the strain of it and not caring, lifting back from the kiss to snag eye contact as if to telepathically read intention. ]
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Dorian kneels up just a little to help, drawing in a long breath at the feeling of Bull's fingers stroking him, and he doesn't have to make any specific sound before that first invasive push sinks in. His hands land on Bull's shoulders, gripping on rather than attempting to generate sensation, and his push and shift of his hips is entirely indulgent.
He could come right here, like this. And soon. The idea is slightly mortifying.
But not mortifying enough, sinking into sensation for all that he clings on to control. He eases his thighs a little wider apart, feeling the strain of it and not caring, lifting back from the kiss to snag eye contact as if to telepathically read intention. ]