[ Even in this, there's some of that lazy grace in him, elegance that belies the marks on his skin and the smear of his makeup, and the rough, dark look around his eyes. Bull hums his approval before moving his arm, catching the crook of Dorian's knee and hiking his leg a little higher, holding him in place. Pinned.
Perfect. ]
Just like that.
[ And then the pace quickens, as Bull lowers his head and his hips slam against the back of Dorian's thighs again, and again, like some great beast taken to rutting. Too quick even for breath, too quick to match even the fastest of heartbeats. Just the steady smacksmacksmack in his ears as he leans close enough to bite at Dorian's lower lip. ]
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Perfect. ]
Just like that.
[ And then the pace quickens, as Bull lowers his head and his hips slam against the back of Dorian's thighs again, and again, like some great beast taken to rutting. Too quick even for breath, too quick to match even the fastest of heartbeats. Just the steady smacksmacksmack in his ears as he leans close enough to bite at Dorian's lower lip. ]
Now let me hear you.