[ Dorian's body language opens up to accommodate. He could reach down and resume his stroking, and opts not to, not when he can coax Bull into shifting against him so nicely by treating him only to the general nearly accidental feeling of the pressure and rub between their bodies, the nudge of his thigh. His own cock, still thick feeling, twitches in the beginnings of renewed arousal.
Eye sight caught, snagged upon, the trace of an answering smile before Bull is lowering his head again, the coarse brush of his horns in blurry view.
Dorian closes his eyes as Bull's mouth finds that next, vaguely familiar spot, lower down. He isn't shy about the little sounds he will deny later, but does try not to give Bull too much satisfaction, remaining mostly still, a hand laying flat and warm at the base of a horn, fingernails toying with craggy grooves.
And then that sensation over sensitised flesh keeps going, making that line between pleasure and pain all the finer. This time, Dorian does shift where he lays, as if undecided about whether or not he wants to twist away. ]
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Eye sight caught, snagged upon, the trace of an answering smile before Bull is lowering his head again, the coarse brush of his horns in blurry view.
Dorian closes his eyes as Bull's mouth finds that next, vaguely familiar spot, lower down. He isn't shy about the little sounds he will deny later, but does try not to give Bull too much satisfaction, remaining mostly still, a hand laying flat and warm at the base of a horn, fingernails toying with craggy grooves.
And then that sensation over sensitised flesh keeps going, making that line between pleasure and pain all the finer. This time, Dorian does shift where he lays, as if undecided about whether or not he wants to twist away. ]