[ Being held in place while coming apart is beginning to become a thing. A ruinous thing, as in, he's not sure doing the latter without the former is going to satisfy him as much in the future, really. Attempts to hide fail, and nothing bad happens.
When that grip at his throat loosens and a hand, warm and big and gentle, finds his cheek, Dorian instead pushes his face into it, cattish and a little clumsy. He doesn't relax when he's done and he feels Bull begin, riding out that feeling of tension coiling out of rhythm, and then the inevitable sag, heaviness weighing down, the rough texture of Bull's brow against his.
His arm curls around the big brute's neck.
Later, he might make a joke about bringing along score cards for the Iron Bull's benefit, but for now he says; ] Good, he says. You are somewhat spectacular.
And crushing me to death, [ which he doesn't sound displeased about. ]
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When that grip at his throat loosens and a hand, warm and big and gentle, finds his cheek, Dorian instead pushes his face into it, cattish and a little clumsy. He doesn't relax when he's done and he feels Bull begin, riding out that feeling of tension coiling out of rhythm, and then the inevitable sag, heaviness weighing down, the rough texture of Bull's brow against his.
His arm curls around the big brute's neck.
Later, he might make a joke about bringing along score cards for the Iron Bull's benefit, but for now he says; ] Good, he says. You are somewhat spectacular.
And crushing me to death, [ which he doesn't sound displeased about. ]