[ The intent is there, plain to see, if he can't already feel it. The hand around his cock grows firm, letting Dorian rub himself against the inside of his palm with pre-come slicking the way, stroking against that tight heat on the slow, rhythmic movement urged by the roll of his hips. ]

Don't worry. We're a long way from done yet.

[ Bull's mouth crooks in a smirk as he feels him shift to adjust to the strain, waiting for it to ease before pressing in with another finger, tight against the first. Even two seems enough to fill him up, tight-wound as he is, and it's easier to push even deeper this way. ]

Plan on having you all sorts of ways tonight. But first...

[ There. That's what he'd been aiming for, and that smirk draws wider. ]

I want to see you come for me. Just. Like. This.