[ And more he gets, when he wasn't entirely convinced it was possible or whether Bull would even give it. There is nothing he can do in this position but take what he demanded, a hand crumpling bedsheets, the other still clinging fast to Bull's arm. Bull presses in close and Dorian is incredibly aware of his own quickened erection trapped between them, pressing obscenely into his own belly.
The bite to his mouth gets (what he might deny later to be) a whimper. ]
Bull--
[ The name slips easily between his teeth, but no further coherent words follow. Almost every thrust in drives a groan out of him, sharp and rough. The urge to muffle himself is great and irrational, all old instinct warring with new tendencies, but he's done this to himself, pinned in place and thus unable to curl up and smother noise into the other man's neck, or twist around into his pillows, even as let me hear you is warm in his blood.
It won't matter. He makes noise, ragged and full of feeling that Dorian might struggle to put into actual words, breathing shallow and quick. His orgasm is not something he slams into quickly, but is dragged out of him. His whole body tenses without his permission, almost aware of what he's doing after it's begun as moisture speckles warm low on his chest in stops and starts.
Eyes closed, Dorian turns his face away and to the side, as if in one last second pitch to hold on to control. ]
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The bite to his mouth gets (what he might deny later to be) a whimper. ]
Bull--
[ The name slips easily between his teeth, but no further coherent words follow. Almost every thrust in drives a groan out of him, sharp and rough. The urge to muffle himself is great and irrational, all old instinct warring with new tendencies, but he's done this to himself, pinned in place and thus unable to curl up and smother noise into the other man's neck, or twist around into his pillows, even as let me hear you is warm in his blood.
It won't matter. He makes noise, ragged and full of feeling that Dorian might struggle to put into actual words, breathing shallow and quick. His orgasm is not something he slams into quickly, but is dragged out of him. His whole body tenses without his permission, almost aware of what he's doing after it's begun as moisture speckles warm low on his chest in stops and starts.
Eyes closed, Dorian turns his face away and to the side, as if in one last second pitch to hold on to control. ]