Dorian kissed back, this time more urgently. Not like the slow savor beneath the steps of the library.
"Mercy, please don't bring up the Fallow Mire when we're about to have sex, Bull. I don't want to make love to you thinking about the smell."
Which had been Dorian's largest misgiving. The undead, well, those were just more tools for Dorian's magic. Wading in a fetid bog? Something else entirely.
Dorian slipped back just far enough to position the cleft of his ass over Bull's already stiff cock. He wrapped his hands around Bull's thick shoulders, enjoying the familiar feel of Bull's skin, and then bore down on top of Bull's erection. Just the touch of it on his arsecheeks, hot and damp, and the memory of the way Bull smelled down there. He couldn't swallow back a deep, unsatisfied groan.
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Date: 2017-05-02 04:43 am (UTC)"Mercy, please don't bring up the Fallow Mire when we're about to have sex, Bull. I don't want to make love to you thinking about the smell."
Which had been Dorian's largest misgiving. The undead, well, those were just more tools for Dorian's magic. Wading in a fetid bog? Something else entirely.
Dorian slipped back just far enough to position the cleft of his ass over Bull's already stiff cock. He wrapped his hands around Bull's thick shoulders, enjoying the familiar feel of Bull's skin, and then bore down on top of Bull's erection. Just the touch of it on his arsecheeks, hot and damp, and the memory of the way Bull smelled down there. He couldn't swallow back a deep, unsatisfied groan.