[ No sooner said than done. He'd already been headed in that direction, and it's like they're moving in synch, Bull shifting and tugging down with that grip on the waist of his smalls, peeling them down past his thighs and bunching the fabric against the low sling of his trousers. It's a matter of two tugs, total, to get them completely off.
And then there he is, make-up just a touch smeared, lips red from kisses and bites, and laid out across his bed. Bull grins sharply. ]
Now that we got that out of the way...
[ One hand sees fit to curl around his wrist as he leans in over him, finding familiar ground along his throat where he hasn't marked him quite yet. But he remembers. He remembers exactly where he left every one of those marks, and if Dorian wants them back? He gets them. And then some. ]
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And then there he is, make-up just a touch smeared, lips red from kisses and bites, and laid out across his bed. Bull grins sharply. ]
Now that we got that out of the way...
[ One hand sees fit to curl around his wrist as he leans in over him, finding familiar ground along his throat where he hasn't marked him quite yet. But he remembers. He remembers exactly where he left every one of those marks, and if Dorian wants them back? He gets them. And then some. ]