[ Heels digging into rumpled covers, Dorian minutely collapses back out of whatever sitting up he was contemplating doing, answering to that mouth working at his thigh with grips, scratches, tugs at Bull's horns. ]
You're improvising, [ he notes, good humoured, rough voiced, a growl rumbled out of him at the next hint of tooth against bruising skin. His thighs part a little wider, a hand sliding down further to scratch nails gently along the back of Bull's neck. It's both a part of the game itself as well as curiousity that has him carrying on, huskily; ] Do you like this? Laying these little reminders -- the Iron Bull was here.
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[ Heels digging into rumpled covers, Dorian minutely collapses back out of whatever sitting up he was contemplating doing, answering to that mouth working at his thigh with grips, scratches, tugs at Bull's horns. ]
You're improvising, [ he notes, good humoured, rough voiced, a growl rumbled out of him at the next hint of tooth against bruising skin. His thighs part a little wider, a hand sliding down further to scratch nails gently along the back of Bull's neck. It's both a part of the game itself as well as curiousity that has him carrying on, huskily; ] Do you like this? Laying these little reminders -- the Iron Bull was here.