[ Bull's hand squeezes, and Dorian feels the easy strength of those large fingers, and his own pulse, hammering away. Release doesn't come with relief as Bull thrusts into him, leaving Dorian gasping, and then panting.
The deep bass of Bull's voice seems to vibrate through him on a molecular level, settling those words in his bones. Making him ache just as much as the continued pressure angling inside of him. His eyes squeeze close, nails biting Bull's wrist, signs of some attempt at restraint as opposed to pain, or refusal.
Show me, says Bull.
Dorian opens his eyes again, mouth dry, not quite trusting his voice nor his breathing, and instinctively reluctant to dissolve into begging, especially when Bull is already there, thick and full inside of him. No, he will give as he gets. Dorian lifts a knee, thigh bending in closer, until he can neatly hook his leg up against the outer of Bull's arm, higher than before, near folded in half. Muscles shiver in protest, and he will feel the strain of this tomorrow (and likely with a dim satisfaction). His other leg settles around Bull's waist, pressing heel against Bull's arse, all demand. ]
Like that? [ he says, managing to infuse a note of challenge in his voice, even though it trembles just a little in his throat, the way taut things do. ]
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The deep bass of Bull's voice seems to vibrate through him on a molecular level, settling those words in his bones. Making him ache just as much as the continued pressure angling inside of him. His eyes squeeze close, nails biting Bull's wrist, signs of some attempt at restraint as opposed to pain, or refusal.
Show me, says Bull.
Dorian opens his eyes again, mouth dry, not quite trusting his voice nor his breathing, and instinctively reluctant to dissolve into begging, especially when Bull is already there, thick and full inside of him. No, he will give as he gets. Dorian lifts a knee, thigh bending in closer, until he can neatly hook his leg up against the outer of Bull's arm, higher than before, near folded in half. Muscles shiver in protest, and he will feel the strain of this tomorrow (and likely with a dim satisfaction). His other leg settles around Bull's waist, pressing heel against Bull's arse, all demand. ]
Like that? [ he says, managing to infuse a note of challenge in his voice, even though it trembles just a little in his throat, the way taut things do. ]