[ He gets what's he's after. It's a low, throaty noise against the crook of his thigh, Bull turning his head into the grip as his fingers curl inward. Oh, yeah. That's the spot.
The eye that lifts to catch his face is dark with intent, fingers still curled tight at his thighs. ]
Why? Thinking of biting back?
[ It almost sounds like a challenge. There's not a lot anyone can do to really shove him around, never really been something that's come up. Dorian's more than welcome to try. ]
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The eye that lifts to catch his face is dark with intent, fingers still curled tight at his thighs. ]
Why? Thinking of biting back?
[ It almost sounds like a challenge. There's not a lot anyone can do to really shove him around, never really been something that's come up. Dorian's more than welcome to try. ]