"I can handle that." The Bull smirks then, a playful expression that belies more serious intent: he'll pay attention, he'll stop if he thinks Dorian needs to, even if the mage doesn't say it himself. He's good at reading people, this is just another application.
"And just in case... You need to know the word katoh. If for some reason I'm too caught up to notice something, I'll stop. Immediately." It's a Qunlat word, and Bull knows it will get his attention and trigger a quick response. It's not a word he could possibly ignore, even if it's coming from a Tevinter mage instead of a tamassran.
Bull gives Dorian another kiss and he lingers this time. One hand slides up Dorian's back, drawing him closer still. It also makes clear just how much of the other man Bull can touch at once.
While Dorian's had plenty of experience in the bedroom he can already tell this is going to be a different one from his past dalliances, and not only because the person he's with is Qunari. He's heard of such words before but never used them himself, but even if he didn't know what Bull meant, the seriousness of his tone is all the information Dorian needs to understand its importance.
"Katoh," he repeats, as a reminder to himself but also to feel the word against his tongue. "I'd ask what it means but we can get into linguistics later."
This time, Dorian feels more prepared for the oncoming kiss and leans into it with intent, his body pressing closer to Bull's. He has to push up onto his feet a bit for a more comfortable position but the hand at his back is encouraging, and yes - Maker - the realization of how broad said hand is on his body doesn't go unnoticed.
His hands finally reach out to touch as well, not quite hesitant but incredibly curious as they skim over the broadness of Bull's chest - whatever part of him he can reach from this height, anyway. The scarred skin feels as tough as he'd imagined beneath his far smoother fingertips, because despite how many staves Dorian's fought with, and how much magic he's wielded, he's also taken every precaution possible to ensure his hands don't callous. He likes the dichotomy between them.
"I agree," he speaks pressed to Bull's mouth, hands distractedly following a path of scars down one side of his chest. "I'd offer you the opportunity to rip them off my body, but I'm wearing my good leathers." Which is to say: absolutely not. Maybe next time - if there is a next time - he'll wear something far more disposable.
For now, he's content to handle the frustratingly numerous buckles and ties himself, because as complicated as Dorian's outfit seems, it's actually much simpler than meets the eye. He doesn't put too much distance between them but reaches to untie a couple bindings at his exposed shoulder, a buckle or two coming undone as well, until he can slip off the top half of his outfit easily, gloves included. Dorian isn't shy about being naked, but somehow, this scenario is putting him more on edge than usual. Perhaps it's the innate, ingrained fear that was drilled into him since his birth regarding Qunari, though he has no logical reason to fear Bull at all. And he doesn't.
"We can talk about vocabulary later, but you're definitely finding out what I can do with my tongue before the night's out." Bull grins, unable to resist saying it.
While Dorian sets to undressing himself, Bull decides to be the opposite of helpful. He's careful not to impede Dorian's hands, but he does lean lower to kiss along the mage's neck and shoulder once it's bare. He's careful with his horns, aware of where they are despite their size.
"I would, you know," he murmurs at one point. "Unwrap you. Whether I take my time or tear it all off is entirely up to you."
Bull is very open to a next time. As the leathers fall away, he catches a slight but growing tension in Dorian's shoulders. With a last kiss, Bull stands up straight and backs off a bit. He doesn't think Dorian is actually afraid of him, but being naked means being vulnerable. Bull removes the heavy belt he favors; given that he typically foregoes a shirt, there isn't much he has to remove. So rather than stripping entirely, Bull sits down on the edge of his bed. It knocks a few feet off his height, at least, and it gives Dorian the chance to come to him on his own terms. It also gives Bull a very nice view of the mage's newly revealed skin.
He isn't surprised to see how well-kept Dorian is - he can't immediately see any scars, and he has to imagine Dorian is quick to heal them himself if he can or quick to see a healer otherwise. Like his hands, it's not immediately obvious that Dorian is the proficient battle caster that he is. But the muscle in his arms, his shoulders, his back all reveal that he's been twirling that staff for a long time.
"Come here," he urges. "This saves my neck some strain." That's true, but hopefully it makes his physical presence slightly less intimidating for someone who's grown up hearing the absolute worst propaganda about Qunari. He gets it.
A quiet laugh under his breath at that promise with his tongue, Dorian's curiosity endlessly piqued. "I hope to."
The kisses to his neck and shoulder are very appreciated, albeit a little distracting as he removes some of his garments, kicking off his shoes as well by the time Bull is moving to the bed. He finds he misses the closeness already, though Dorian isn't one to shy away from being watched either. He's very clearly comfortable in his own skin as he works his trousers open next, even if this is entirely new territory. The most he's nervous about is what may come after.
But that's for after. Not now. Future Dorian can be concerned with all of that.
Eyes curiously glance down to those ridiculous pants Bull wears once the belt is off, though they haven't been removed just yet. His own are dropped and kicked off with the rest of his clothes, leaving Dorian naked. He turns to face the other and lingers only a moment before listening to the quiet demand, eyes sweeping over Bull's form before he climbs into his lap easily. He's honestly surprised by his own lack of hesitation.
"Yes, this is much better," he agrees as arms sling across Bull's shoulders, one hand tracing curiously along the very prominent muscle there. It hasn't gone past him how wide his legs have stretched to straggle the Qunari properly either. "You are very large. I suppose you can't help it."
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"And just in case... You need to know the word katoh. If for some reason I'm too caught up to notice something, I'll stop. Immediately." It's a Qunlat word, and Bull knows it will get his attention and trigger a quick response. It's not a word he could possibly ignore, even if it's coming from a Tevinter mage instead of a tamassran.
Bull gives Dorian another kiss and he lingers this time. One hand slides up Dorian's back, drawing him closer still. It also makes clear just how much of the other man Bull can touch at once.
"You're wearing too many clothes."
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"Katoh," he repeats, as a reminder to himself but also to feel the word against his tongue. "I'd ask what it means but we can get into linguistics later."
This time, Dorian feels more prepared for the oncoming kiss and leans into it with intent, his body pressing closer to Bull's. He has to push up onto his feet a bit for a more comfortable position but the hand at his back is encouraging, and yes - Maker - the realization of how broad said hand is on his body doesn't go unnoticed.
His hands finally reach out to touch as well, not quite hesitant but incredibly curious as they skim over the broadness of Bull's chest - whatever part of him he can reach from this height, anyway. The scarred skin feels as tough as he'd imagined beneath his far smoother fingertips, because despite how many staves Dorian's fought with, and how much magic he's wielded, he's also taken every precaution possible to ensure his hands don't callous. He likes the dichotomy between them.
"I agree," he speaks pressed to Bull's mouth, hands distractedly following a path of scars down one side of his chest. "I'd offer you the opportunity to rip them off my body, but I'm wearing my good leathers." Which is to say: absolutely not. Maybe next time - if there is a next time - he'll wear something far more disposable.
For now, he's content to handle the frustratingly numerous buckles and ties himself, because as complicated as Dorian's outfit seems, it's actually much simpler than meets the eye. He doesn't put too much distance between them but reaches to untie a couple bindings at his exposed shoulder, a buckle or two coming undone as well, until he can slip off the top half of his outfit easily, gloves included. Dorian isn't shy about being naked, but somehow, this scenario is putting him more on edge than usual. Perhaps it's the innate, ingrained fear that was drilled into him since his birth regarding Qunari, though he has no logical reason to fear Bull at all. And he doesn't.
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While Dorian sets to undressing himself, Bull decides to be the opposite of helpful. He's careful not to impede Dorian's hands, but he does lean lower to kiss along the mage's neck and shoulder once it's bare. He's careful with his horns, aware of where they are despite their size.
"I would, you know," he murmurs at one point. "Unwrap you. Whether I take my time or tear it all off is entirely up to you."
Bull is very open to a next time. As the leathers fall away, he catches a slight but growing tension in Dorian's shoulders. With a last kiss, Bull stands up straight and backs off a bit. He doesn't think Dorian is actually afraid of him, but being naked means being vulnerable. Bull removes the heavy belt he favors; given that he typically foregoes a shirt, there isn't much he has to remove. So rather than stripping entirely, Bull sits down on the edge of his bed. It knocks a few feet off his height, at least, and it gives Dorian the chance to come to him on his own terms. It also gives Bull a very nice view of the mage's newly revealed skin.
He isn't surprised to see how well-kept Dorian is - he can't immediately see any scars, and he has to imagine Dorian is quick to heal them himself if he can or quick to see a healer otherwise. Like his hands, it's not immediately obvious that Dorian is the proficient battle caster that he is. But the muscle in his arms, his shoulders, his back all reveal that he's been twirling that staff for a long time.
"Come here," he urges. "This saves my neck some strain." That's true, but hopefully it makes his physical presence slightly less intimidating for someone who's grown up hearing the absolute worst propaganda about Qunari. He gets it.
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The kisses to his neck and shoulder are very appreciated, albeit a little distracting as he removes some of his garments, kicking off his shoes as well by the time Bull is moving to the bed. He finds he misses the closeness already, though Dorian isn't one to shy away from being watched either. He's very clearly comfortable in his own skin as he works his trousers open next, even if this is entirely new territory. The most he's nervous about is what may come after.
But that's for after. Not now. Future Dorian can be concerned with all of that.
Eyes curiously glance down to those ridiculous pants Bull wears once the belt is off, though they haven't been removed just yet. His own are dropped and kicked off with the rest of his clothes, leaving Dorian naked. He turns to face the other and lingers only a moment before listening to the quiet demand, eyes sweeping over Bull's form before he climbs into his lap easily. He's honestly surprised by his own lack of hesitation.
"Yes, this is much better," he agrees as arms sling across Bull's shoulders, one hand tracing curiously along the very prominent muscle there. It hasn't gone past him how wide his legs have stretched to straggle the Qunari properly either. "You are very large. I suppose you can't help it."