Dorian does want to. He wants to be as close to Bull as possible, finding that skinship comforting.
"You've made that apparent," he chuckles. "I do hope that you're prepared to deliver all of my meals tomorrow, along with anything else I might need. I doubt that I'll be able to move from your bed." He raises his hand, deliberately showing Bull the mark on his wrist from the rope. There are similar ones around his thighs and ankles as well. "And I'd like to keep these just a little longer." He isn't quite ready for anyone else to see them, but the idea of having the marks there to admire in the morning is a strangely pleasant one.
It's a relief to have all of the ropes off though, as much as he'd liked them. After everything they'd begun to feel a little too tight, to brush uncomfortably against his skin despite the fine silk weave.
"I think I can live with that." Bull settles back against the headboard and strokes his fingers down Dorian's side as the mage settles against him. He's tired now. He feels like he could sleep for a week now that he has Dorian back in his bed.
He turns his head to brush a tender kiss to the mage's brow.
"How are you feeling, though? Really."
He runs his fingers over some of the marks the ropes have left, very aware that he probably let Dorian stay in them for too long, given that this is the first time he's done anything like this.
It's so easy to relax with his body and mind both thoroughly exhausted. If he closed his eyes he could probably fall asleep against Bull right now, sitting up. Bull's fingers are big and warm, and while touching the rope marks smarts a little, it's an ache he'll appreciate tomorrow.
"I feel wonderful, Bull," he assures. There isn't a thought in his head right now that isn't content, which is saying something. He stretches his legs, working the muscles that had begun to go tight while he was tied. "You spoil me just as you should."
Bull steals the cup of water away once Dorian has had what he wants from it. He takes a drink himself and leaves it aside, then sinks back and pulls Dorian with him. They have nowhere to be tonight, and there's no reason not to just sleep. Especially when Dorian is as boneless as he is.
"Mm, had to give you a proper welcome back," he rumbles quietly. Bull brushes a kiss to the top of Dorian's head. "I'll bring up breakfast tomorrow. Try not to complain too much when I move."
He's mostly teasing. If he's right, Dorian will still be dead asleep at the time Bull usually gets up.
"I make no promises," Dorian sniffs, and wraps his arms as far around Bull's middle as they'll reach. "You're ridiculously warm, and so quite convenient to sleep beside in this climate." Indeed, when he lays his head against Bull's chest now, it radiates heat. This is what he'd been missing in the Fallow Mire. If he'd had Bull to curl up beside in the comfort of a shared bedroll, maybe it wouldn't have felt like his feet were soggy blocks of ice liable to drop off at any moment.
His eyelids droop, but he happens to glance up at the ceiling once more before they fall shut. "I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle," he says softly. "Fixing the roof."
Bull drapes his arm around Dorian as the mage snuggles close. This feels better; it feels right. He's missed the familiar press of Dorian's body against him as he sleeps. His fingers stroke along warm, exposed skin.
"It wasn't," he murmurs. "It was worth it."
He leans down to kiss the top of Dorian's head. "Go to sleep."
Bull has already decided that if Dorian does sleep late, he'll bring breakfast and coffee up for them.
Dorian smiles at that, soft and sleepy and radiant. He hadn't meant to imply that Bull had done it just for him, but Bull had all but confirmed it anyway. It's much more effort on his behalf than he'd ever expected. For the first time, it feels like the man he's sleeping with is actually making room for him rather than trying to box him off into a lonely corner to be unpacked only when it's convenient. The stones and wooden beams patching Bull's roof, the glass panes in his window, even the ruined curtains--Bull has installed them so that Dorian can become a fixture in his life, and exist there comfortably. He feels important. It's entirely novel.
"All right," he agrees groggily. "If you do. Let's lie down at least," he advises with a yawn. And as soon as Bull moves, Dorian gladly sprawls on top of him, hooking a thigh over Bull's leg and nuzzling into his chest.
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"You've made that apparent," he chuckles. "I do hope that you're prepared to deliver all of my meals tomorrow, along with anything else I might need. I doubt that I'll be able to move from your bed." He raises his hand, deliberately showing Bull the mark on his wrist from the rope. There are similar ones around his thighs and ankles as well. "And I'd like to keep these just a little longer." He isn't quite ready for anyone else to see them, but the idea of having the marks there to admire in the morning is a strangely pleasant one.
It's a relief to have all of the ropes off though, as much as he'd liked them. After everything they'd begun to feel a little too tight, to brush uncomfortably against his skin despite the fine silk weave.
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He turns his head to brush a tender kiss to the mage's brow.
"How are you feeling, though? Really."
He runs his fingers over some of the marks the ropes have left, very aware that he probably let Dorian stay in them for too long, given that this is the first time he's done anything like this.
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"I feel wonderful, Bull," he assures. There isn't a thought in his head right now that isn't content, which is saying something. He stretches his legs, working the muscles that had begun to go tight while he was tied. "You spoil me just as you should."
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"Mm, had to give you a proper welcome back," he rumbles quietly. Bull brushes a kiss to the top of Dorian's head. "I'll bring up breakfast tomorrow. Try not to complain too much when I move."
He's mostly teasing. If he's right, Dorian will still be dead asleep at the time Bull usually gets up.
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His eyelids droop, but he happens to glance up at the ceiling once more before they fall shut. "I hope it wasn't too much of a hassle," he says softly. "Fixing the roof."
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"It wasn't," he murmurs. "It was worth it."
He leans down to kiss the top of Dorian's head. "Go to sleep."
Bull has already decided that if Dorian does sleep late, he'll bring breakfast and coffee up for them.
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"All right," he agrees groggily. "If you do. Let's lie down at least," he advises with a yawn. And as soon as Bull moves, Dorian gladly sprawls on top of him, hooking a thigh over Bull's leg and nuzzling into his chest.