[ A contented noise escapes him before he can win back the rest of his self-control as Bull moves his hands and allows him to remain as is, relaxing more bodily. There's a slight shake of his head, more felt than seen, in response to wordless question. Nothing, nothing.
He answers anyway. ] Sometimes we strike me as strange. And you surprise me.
[ Now he pushes himself back, settling into straddle, picking a little at his clothing without actually attempting to adjust it. It's going to come off sooner than come back on. He's left a slight streak of kohl on Bull's shoulder, smudged in turn at the corner, a less precise cat-eye.
Not quite willing to elaborate too much further, not when he can feel Bull's firmness beneath him, and he spies that hand that was handling him. A half-smile gives indication of thought, and he takes Bull's hand into both of his own, drawing it up so that he might run his tongue along one finger, cleaning it of his own fluid. ]
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He answers anyway. ] Sometimes we strike me as strange. And you surprise me.
[ Now he pushes himself back, settling into straddle, picking a little at his clothing without actually attempting to adjust it. It's going to come off sooner than come back on. He's left a slight streak of kohl on Bull's shoulder, smudged in turn at the corner, a less precise cat-eye.
Not quite willing to elaborate too much further, not when he can feel Bull's firmness beneath him, and he spies that hand that was handling him. A half-smile gives indication of thought, and he takes Bull's hand into both of his own, drawing it up so that he might run his tongue along one finger, cleaning it of his own fluid. ]