[ There's a hint of smile by the time sighting it is out of periphery, and Bull's mouth finds its place at Dorian's neck. He gives a sigh that doesn't come out easily, a little jagged, at that immediately sharp balance between pain and pleasure, kisses hard enough to bruise. His hand, where he is caught at the wrist, flexes into a fist.
Picking between sliding atop of Bull or having Bull over him wouldn't be fair. Both have their merits, with his general qunari enormity felt in different ways. It's its own intoxication to have him bearing down on him, regardless, Dorian lifting his chin and turning it aside to accommodate, the sounds he makes felt against Bull's mouth, along with his climbing pulse.
In their tangle, Dorian feels Bull's erection between them, lifting a thigh to rub against it, squirming. ]
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Picking between sliding atop of Bull or having Bull over him wouldn't be fair. Both have their merits, with his general qunari enormity felt in different ways. It's its own intoxication to have him bearing down on him, regardless, Dorian lifting his chin and turning it aside to accommodate, the sounds he makes felt against Bull's mouth, along with his climbing pulse.
In their tangle, Dorian feels Bull's erection between them, lifting a thigh to rub against it, squirming. ]