Dorian is still coming down when Bull hits his peak, and he makes a satisfied noise low in his throat as Bull pins against the wall to finish inside him. With a pleased hum, he kisses lazily along Bull's collarbone. He'll never tire of that feeling. The sparks fade before Dorian even really registers them, slipping back into the flow of magic around them. He happily lets Bull remain as they are a little while longer. Dorian usually finds it quite jarring to part too quickly, especially when he's still floating like this, content and connected.
Bull asks him something, but it takes Dorian a moment to comprehend. "Hm? Oh--yes, I only..." It's impossible not to lean into Bull's touch, the soft caress against his cheek. He chuckles, low and warm. "I needed a moment. Fasta vass, you're magnificent."
He leans in for a kiss, sweet and lingering. When he pulls back, his expression is soft, as is his voice. "Truly. You are."
Bull closes his eye and rests his brow gently against Dorian's. He keeps them just like this, letting the minutes draw out before he finally pulls out. Once he has Dorian on his feet, Bull produces a handkerchief to clean him, knowing well now just how much of a mess he makes.
Gently, Bull helps get Dorian's leathers up and fastened again.
Through it all, he kisses Dorian again and again, lingering over each touch. When they're both put back together, he moves away enough to allow Dorian some space to breathe and stand on his own. Tender sentiment sits on the tip of his tongue; Bull makes himself swallow it back.
"Let's go back to the inn," he murmurs. "Get some rest before dinner."
Bull is as considerate as ever in the aftermath, but possibly even more affectionate. It seems he can hardly stop kissing Dorian, which Dorian certainly won't complain about. When they're both at last in a fit state to be in public again, he looks up at Bull with an expression that he knows is far too besotted, and takes his hand. He holds it all the way back through the complex network of alleyways they'd wandered down, and nearly until they reach the main road.
At the inn that night, they don't wind up using any of their new purchases. They wash and re-dress for dinner, eat, and spend the evening talking and laughing in their room, sipping wine on the balcony or simply laying side by side on the bed as they relay stories and ask questions.
And when they sleep, Dorian lets Bull pull him close to kiss him. He falls asleep like that, as he has on so many other nights now; tucked up against Bull's left side, listening to his heart.
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Bull asks him something, but it takes Dorian a moment to comprehend. "Hm? Oh--yes, I only..." It's impossible not to lean into Bull's touch, the soft caress against his cheek. He chuckles, low and warm. "I needed a moment. Fasta vass, you're magnificent."
He leans in for a kiss, sweet and lingering. When he pulls back, his expression is soft, as is his voice. "Truly. You are."
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Gently, Bull helps get Dorian's leathers up and fastened again.
Through it all, he kisses Dorian again and again, lingering over each touch. When they're both put back together, he moves away enough to allow Dorian some space to breathe and stand on his own. Tender sentiment sits on the tip of his tongue; Bull makes himself swallow it back.
"Let's go back to the inn," he murmurs. "Get some rest before dinner."
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At the inn that night, they don't wind up using any of their new purchases. They wash and re-dress for dinner, eat, and spend the evening talking and laughing in their room, sipping wine on the balcony or simply laying side by side on the bed as they relay stories and ask questions.
And when they sleep, Dorian lets Bull pull him close to kiss him. He falls asleep like that, as he has on so many other nights now; tucked up against Bull's left side, listening to his heart.