[ But he can't go far, not with his fingers still around the mage's throat. Pinned is the world, held fast as Bull watches him drag towards that edge and then come apart, that tension snapping visibly in the pull of muscle, the slack of his mouth and flutter of his eyelids.
Nothing hidden. Not from him.
There's a low grunt from Bull as his eye narrows, jaw set. The muscles in his neck and shoulders grow tense as he leans into that tightening clutch of Dorian's body around him, riding through that climax in search -- at last -- of his own. It's not a difficult place to reach for, as long as he's been holding himself back all this time.
But his hand does leave his throat, shifting back instead to cup the side of his face, thumb tracing that smear of kohl beneath his eye. His gaze is fixed firmly on him when that last shudder finally hits, nearly knocking the breath out of him with a groan. Then it's all heat, white noise, a blur around the edges of his vision as he lowers his head to rest against Dorian's.
There. His nostrils flare with deep breaths as his shoulders sag, but oh, that rush. ]
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Nothing hidden. Not from him.
There's a low grunt from Bull as his eye narrows, jaw set. The muscles in his neck and shoulders grow tense as he leans into that tightening clutch of Dorian's body around him, riding through that climax in search -- at last -- of his own. It's not a difficult place to reach for, as long as he's been holding himself back all this time.
But his hand does leave his throat, shifting back instead to cup the side of his face, thumb tracing that smear of kohl beneath his eye. His gaze is fixed firmly on him when that last shudder finally hits, nearly knocking the breath out of him with a groan. Then it's all heat, white noise, a blur around the edges of his vision as he lowers his head to rest against Dorian's.
There. His nostrils flare with deep breaths as his shoulders sag, but oh, that rush. ]
Mmm. That. Was good.