Bull groans when Dorian moves his hips and his hand slides to grip the mage's thigh. Dorian's moan echoes in his head.
"Not much," he warns: he's concerned about hurting Dorian if he moves too much. He huffs a breathless laugh and nuzzles against Dorian's jaw, breathing in the perfect scent of him. His hand rubs over his thigh and hip, not discouraging him but just--warning.
Bull doesn't so much move his hips as he does shift his weight experimentally. He wonders if it will make the knot last longer. Bull's never done anything quite what he thinks Dorian is asking.
"Not to worry," Dorian says, deceptively lightly for how intensely he's feeling the shift of Bull inside him, however little he's actually able to move. "This will do nicely."
He loves the size and the sure grip of Bull's hands on his hip, his thigh. He loves the warm puff of breath against his neck, the coarse brush of his newly tidy beard. He loves the way Bull's voice always seems to sink through him and then settle there low in his belly, a welcome weight. He loves that Bull is so willing to indulge him--always, even now.
"Just--" he gasps, thighs squeezing around Bull's middle. "It feels good having you inside me like this. It's distracting."
"Mmhm," he hums his agreement: it is distracting. Bull gets his arm around Dorian and he moves slowly, carefully. He lifts the mage as much as he can and turns until he's got his back propped against the headboard with Dorian settling in his lap. There. Now he's not quite so worried about smothering the mage beneath him.
And besides, this gives him a better view and it gives Dorian more control. He slides his hands over Dorian's perfect thighs.
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"Not much," he warns: he's concerned about hurting Dorian if he moves too much. He huffs a breathless laugh and nuzzles against Dorian's jaw, breathing in the perfect scent of him. His hand rubs over his thigh and hip, not discouraging him but just--warning.
Bull doesn't so much move his hips as he does shift his weight experimentally. He wonders if it will make the knot last longer. Bull's never done anything quite what he thinks Dorian is asking.
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He loves the size and the sure grip of Bull's hands on his hip, his thigh. He loves the warm puff of breath against his neck, the coarse brush of his newly tidy beard. He loves the way Bull's voice always seems to sink through him and then settle there low in his belly, a welcome weight. He loves that Bull is so willing to indulge him--always, even now.
"Just--" he gasps, thighs squeezing around Bull's middle. "It feels good having you inside me like this. It's distracting."
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And besides, this gives him a better view and it gives Dorian more control. He slides his hands over Dorian's perfect thighs.
"Is this alright?"