[ The word creative has him raising an eyebrow, and he goes easily as Bull guides him, moving to straddle one large thigh, his knee slipping between Bull's legs as the other man settles backwards. It's a switch, but one that kindles interest in his eyes as he considers his options, and then a glance back up at that last part.
Which sounds, to him, like a promise. ]
Well, [ Dorian says, pressing his hand low on Bull's chest, smoothing over the thick slab of his midsection. The presence of electricity is tingly, unobtrusive, if unnatural, given the lack of it in day to day life. ] You know our word, if you wish me to stop without question. I might suggest an expansion to our vocabulary, if I may.
[ This fine tugging through the Fade for the most subtle of applications is a matter of control. Fire glyphs applied to glass to heat a good wine, or a touch of ice to numb a twisted ankle. Dorian takes a lot of pride in being a powerful mage, but you can't make that claim without possessing a high level of control. ]
If you wish for less, but without completely stopping, you may say sevesh. [ Leaning in, his mouth ghosts along where his hand had touched Bull's chest, soothing tickled skin with a brush of his mouth, teeth, tongue. ] And I believe the Tevene word for more is please, but don't quote me on that.
[ He palms Bull's cock, then, a gentle squeeze that brings with it that same prickling sensation that teases at his nerve endings without what could constitute as true pain. ]
[ A switch, sure, but Dorian's never seen the way his eyes light up when there's a real challenge in front of him, something he can sink his teeth into. The way he relishes getting to show off just how good he is, at whatever it is he's decided to excel at.
Normally, it's a matter of him taking control, laying the ground rules, guiding whoever it is through so that they don't have to worry about any of that shit. Dorian's adding to it? Makes it feel more like a cooperative effort, something they're building together. That's kind of on the nose as metaphor's go but he chuckles all the same. ]
Oh is it now? Not sure I beli--
[ And he cuts off with a grunt. That tingling across his skin is one thing, an almost ambient hum that's easy enough to soak in like the heat of a freshly-drawn bath. But there's nothing that quite compares to having that same sensation suddenly dig in needle sharp against your cock. The breath he'd taken in is released with a low hum, very nearly a growl in the back of his throat. ]
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Which sounds, to him, like a promise. ]
Well, [ Dorian says, pressing his hand low on Bull's chest, smoothing over the thick slab of his midsection. The presence of electricity is tingly, unobtrusive, if unnatural, given the lack of it in day to day life. ] You know our word, if you wish me to stop without question. I might suggest an expansion to our vocabulary, if I may.
[ This fine tugging through the Fade for the most subtle of applications is a matter of control. Fire glyphs applied to glass to heat a good wine, or a touch of ice to numb a twisted ankle. Dorian takes a lot of pride in being a powerful mage, but you can't make that claim without possessing a high level of control. ]
If you wish for less, but without completely stopping, you may say sevesh. [ Leaning in, his mouth ghosts along where his hand had touched Bull's chest, soothing tickled skin with a brush of his mouth, teeth, tongue. ] And I believe the Tevene word for more is please, but don't quote me on that.
[ He palms Bull's cock, then, a gentle squeeze that brings with it that same prickling sensation that teases at his nerve endings without what could constitute as true pain. ]
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Normally, it's a matter of him taking control, laying the ground rules, guiding whoever it is through so that they don't have to worry about any of that shit. Dorian's adding to it? Makes it feel more like a cooperative effort, something they're building together. That's kind of on the nose as metaphor's go but he chuckles all the same. ]
Oh is it now? Not sure I beli--
[ And he cuts off with a grunt. That tingling across his skin is one thing, an almost ambient hum that's easy enough to soak in like the heat of a freshly-drawn bath. But there's nothing that quite compares to having that same sensation suddenly dig in needle sharp against your cock. The breath he'd taken in is released with a low hum, very nearly a growl in the back of his throat. ]
--believe you, kadan.