"No, I can't picture anyone imagining you'd be this large," Dorian chuckles, and barely stops himself from making another joke about Bull's size. "I was quite twiggy until I hit my mid teens and started to really grow. It was also around then that I started training with my body as well as my magic." Dorian has always been of a pleasing shape, but the refinement is an intentional choice.

He may look small next to the Bull, but he is tall, well-built, and physically strong. He knows that Bull admires this about him; most people do. It's rather the point. But the Bull's appreciation is certainly the most poignant, and sort he enjoys most, both generous in his verbal praise and showing his physical desire. Dorian delights in the hard grip of his hands and the outline of his teeth on the meat of his hips and ass and the thick muscles of his thighs and shoulders.

Especially satisfying when his thighs are spread wide on either side of Bull's waist, Bull's hands spanning the curve of his ass entirely. The size difference between them is thrilling to Dorian, yes, undoubtedly. Another part of what makes the sex so good.

"I'm certainly sturdy enough now to withstand your best," he says, and then with an arched brow adds, "or perhaps your worst?"