His cock was already hard, mostly there by the time Dorian touched him. He groaned quietly and tried to stay focused. It took some effort but Bull managed to get the rest of his clothes off with Dorian's insistent assistance. His back hit the bed and he kept one hand on Dorian's hip to steady him as he moved them toward the center of the bed.

"I felt the same," he admitted, voice low and unhappy at the memory. "When I heard reports from the Fallow Mire." Bull wasn't upset to miss all the apparent undead, but he'd wanted to be there. "When I was waiting for you to come back."

He pulled Dorian down to him, holding his face tenderly as he anchored him for another kiss.