It's steady, certain, the grip that holds him in place and the wet slide inward that pushes past what resistance remains. He can take it, this time, body already lax from release. And Bull's eye doesn't so much as blink as he trains his gaze steadily on Dorian's face, flushed and disheveled. He's done that. He's taken the polish off, stripped him down in every sense, and what's left? Is fucking beautiful to behold.
If Dorian's looking for something, it's there, in the darkening of his eyes, the tensing of his jaw as the heat of Dorian's body grips tight. Deeper, fuller, until he's damn near taken all of him in. ]
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It's steady, certain, the grip that holds him in place and the wet slide inward that pushes past what resistance remains. He can take it, this time, body already lax from release. And Bull's eye doesn't so much as blink as he trains his gaze steadily on Dorian's face, flushed and disheveled. He's done that. He's taken the polish off, stripped him down in every sense, and what's left? Is fucking beautiful to behold.
If Dorian's looking for something, it's there, in the darkening of his eyes, the tensing of his jaw as the heat of Dorian's body grips tight. Deeper, fuller, until he's damn near taken all of him in. ]