[ It's a different sort of thrill, something like satisfaction, to summon Bull with a gesture of his hand, married with the usual dull pulse of interest evoked from having him loom over, close and intimate and huge, the slight shiver of bedframe as that hand grips to it. Dorian's hand eases down to lay against Bull's jaw, thumb firm against chin, lifting his head to meet kiss hungrily.
His other hand slides between then, teases the heavy weight of the other man's erection with the blunt tickle of his fingernails. ]
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His other hand slides between then, teases the heavy weight of the other man's erection with the blunt tickle of his fingernails. ]