[ Dorian slowly sinks into a lazier sprawl, rolling along with Bull. It takes a second to realise the purpose of the touches to his face, to his hair, and eyes crinkle in amusement. Lets him try, although he is more or less resigned to the fact he now looks a mess, but not so much as to pull away. ]
And look, I did manage to mark you.
[ He touches Bull's shoulder, drawing his hand back to display the smudge of kohl on his fingertips. His fingers wiggle, before deadening that hand on Bull's chest, a leg still lazily hooked up high on the bigger man's thigh.
There's a concert of twinges and aches that will settle in interestingly in the morning. ]
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And look, I did manage to mark you.
[ He touches Bull's shoulder, drawing his hand back to display the smudge of kohl on his fingertips. His fingers wiggle, before deadening that hand on Bull's chest, a leg still lazily hooked up high on the bigger man's thigh.
There's a concert of twinges and aches that will settle in interestingly in the morning. ]