[ Tevene has a way of sounding like an incantation, which is appropriate, given givens. It's muttered, now, as Dorian tips his head back a little when Bull pushes in two fingers, deeper past knuckles, finding that spot that puts fire in his blood. The state of his clothing is ignored save for factoring in as a minimal amount of restriction, an additional texture.
It's a first, this. Not every interaction Dorian has had with other men has been solely about stealing what they could from one another, but enough that moments when it isn't about that still stand out stark to him. Conversely, he is ordinarily in the habit of navigating that by giving for hope of return.
Here, he has ceased trying, trusting that when Bull says he wants to see him come for him just like this, he means it.
It won't take too long. The twin sensations of Bull's broad hand wrapping tight around his cock and the expert thrust of fingers are the kind of sensations he's accustomed to giving in to, and he opts not to try and drag this out. His body moves in subtle rolls and pushes, and a kiss is broken off when the moment catches him by surprise, a gentle vocalisation as his body locks up tight. Damp spatters against Bull's wrist and belly, Dorian's still clothed thighs, his abdomen, relief a sustained guttering until he finally relaxes, sinking down.
And tipping in, forehead to qunari shoulder, hiding a muffled laugh. ]
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[ Tevene has a way of sounding like an incantation, which is appropriate, given givens. It's muttered, now, as Dorian tips his head back a little when Bull pushes in two fingers, deeper past knuckles, finding that spot that puts fire in his blood. The state of his clothing is ignored save for factoring in as a minimal amount of restriction, an additional texture.
It's a first, this. Not every interaction Dorian has had with other men has been solely about stealing what they could from one another, but enough that moments when it isn't about that still stand out stark to him. Conversely, he is ordinarily in the habit of navigating that by giving for hope of return.
Here, he has ceased trying, trusting that when Bull says he wants to see him come for him just like this, he means it.
It won't take too long. The twin sensations of Bull's broad hand wrapping tight around his cock and the expert thrust of fingers are the kind of sensations he's accustomed to giving in to, and he opts not to try and drag this out. His body moves in subtle rolls and pushes, and a kiss is broken off when the moment catches him by surprise, a gentle vocalisation as his body locks up tight. Damp spatters against Bull's wrist and belly, Dorian's still clothed thighs, his abdomen, relief a sustained guttering until he finally relaxes, sinking down.
And tipping in, forehead to qunari shoulder, hiding a muffled laugh. ]