Dorian dearly wanted to respond to that with a bit of rapier wit, but Bull's mouth was on him again, hot and wanting. He was quickly reminded of everything he'd been missing.
His hands fumbled with Bull's much larger ones, not really helping to get the belt off, and then the pants, before Dorian kicked off his shoes and socks and began pressing Bull back, bodily, toward the bed on his tiptoes, mouths pressed together as well as he could keep them.
"Missed the taste of you," he swore. "Smell of you. Maker."
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Date: 2017-05-02 03:30 am (UTC)His hands fumbled with Bull's much larger ones, not really helping to get the belt off, and then the pants, before Dorian kicked off his shoes and socks and began pressing Bull back, bodily, toward the bed on his tiptoes, mouths pressed together as well as he could keep them.
"Missed the taste of you," he swore. "Smell of you. Maker."