[ That moment, when it comes -- pun perhaps intended -- is beautiful to watch. Like everything Dorian does. There's a haze to his eyes, a slackness to his mouth while his breath stutters, body frozen for a moment in the ecstasy of release. Bull drinks it in, feeling the warmth of that spent issue between them, now coating his fingers as he draws him through the last shudders.
The laugh causes a brow to arch, however, and Dorian can't see the curious look he's giving him from where he's bent close. Instead, there's a hum like a question as both hands draw free, leaving him to recover for a few moments, still straddled close enough to share the warmth of that fresh flush in his skin. ]
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The laugh causes a brow to arch, however, and Dorian can't see the curious look he's giving him from where he's bent close. Instead, there's a hum like a question as both hands draw free, leaving him to recover for a few moments, still straddled close enough to share the warmth of that fresh flush in his skin. ]