[ The scent of it is still in the air, but combined with that tart flavor he's come to associate with Dorian? It prompts a nip at his lower lip, a low growl and a squeeze against Dorian's ass with his free hand. ]
Looking for something there, big guy?
[ It's hard not to press up, to arch into the friction Dorian's hand provides, but it's good. So good, just the same. Those talented fingers know how to grip, he's watched the way he works that staff of his. The comparison has been noted before, usually to a disgruntled groan, and Bull smiles against the mage's lips. ]
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Looking for something there, big guy?
[ It's hard not to press up, to arch into the friction Dorian's hand provides, but it's good. So good, just the same. Those talented fingers know how to grip, he's watched the way he works that staff of his. The comparison has been noted before, usually to a disgruntled groan, and Bull smiles against the mage's lips. ]
Your turn. Tell me what you want.