[ There is already the dull glow of faint arousal beginning once more, but it's a slow heat to stoke, a subtle climb in his bloodstream. Dorian is content to take his time and bask in attention and having Bull's fingers come away clean save for damp saliva. With one hand still holding Bull's wrist, the other drops to splay fingers low along his belly, the subtle scratch of nails of slightly softer skin, fingertips contemplating the edges of his trousers, before reaching down further between them to palm him through his pants.
He tips his head to kiss away a stray streak at the edge of Bull's hand, swallowing as he leans in to kiss, putting a little pressure on that hand as he does. The taste if there, just a touch of it, beneath the usual sour edge of wine. ]
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He tips his head to kiss away a stray streak at the edge of Bull's hand, swallowing as he leans in to kiss, putting a little pressure on that hand as he does. The taste if there, just a touch of it, beneath the usual sour edge of wine. ]