"Mm, I can live with that." Bull smiles and tips his head to brush his lips over Dorian's dark hair. Before they can cool down too much, Bull grabs a blanket to pull over them. He should probably grab a cloth to help Dorian clean off, but-- this first. Just for a little while.
Bull feels warm and heavy in all the best ways, especially with Dorian tucked against his side, held there easily. He tries not to let his mind drift too much - to the next day, the next week, returning to Skyhold. Will this change? Will Dorian decide he's had enough or that the risk isn't worth it?
"Least we'll both sleep like the dead tonight." And if Dorian doesn't, Bull can't be blamed. He's done his part.
For once, Dorian's imagination doesn't get away from him. He thinks only of the warmth of Bull's body, the handsome curve of his smile, and the gentle way he guides him to lay beside him, curled up there sated and secure as he has so many other nights over the last month. Perhaps the combination of sex and magic have worn him out especially, but he can't bring himself to think of anything beyond this moment, and the way his fondness for Bull aches sweetly within him.
"A charming turn of phrase," Dorian sighs, nuzzling against Bull's chest as he settles into place beside him. He sleeps on Bull more often than he does a real pillow, these days. He's begun to grow used to it. "Wake me before you go," he murmurs, a little softer. He's grown to prefer waking with Bull still next to him to finding him already gone.
Bull nuzzles Dorian's hair and gives him a gentle squeeze. "I will," he promises quietly. "Can't have you missing breakfast."
He suspects it will be a long day, hopefully one that involved killing Venatori. There's only so much they can get done in the daylight, though. It's easier to travel at night, less likely to exhaust any of them. They'll cover what ground they can, he suspects, before finding somewhere to shelter until the worst of the heat has passed.
His fingers brush lazily over Dorian's back in absent circles. He won't leave Dorian to wake up alone again. Not if he has a choice.
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Bull feels warm and heavy in all the best ways, especially with Dorian tucked against his side, held there easily. He tries not to let his mind drift too much - to the next day, the next week, returning to Skyhold. Will this change? Will Dorian decide he's had enough or that the risk isn't worth it?
"Least we'll both sleep like the dead tonight." And if Dorian doesn't, Bull can't be blamed. He's done his part.
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"A charming turn of phrase," Dorian sighs, nuzzling against Bull's chest as he settles into place beside him. He sleeps on Bull more often than he does a real pillow, these days. He's begun to grow used to it. "Wake me before you go," he murmurs, a little softer. He's grown to prefer waking with Bull still next to him to finding him already gone.
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He suspects it will be a long day, hopefully one that involved killing Venatori. There's only so much they can get done in the daylight, though. It's easier to travel at night, less likely to exhaust any of them. They'll cover what ground they can, he suspects, before finding somewhere to shelter until the worst of the heat has passed.
His fingers brush lazily over Dorian's back in absent circles. He won't leave Dorian to wake up alone again. Not if he has a choice.