"Easy there, big guy." Bull's voice was tight and he gripped Dorian's hips to keep him from going too far. He reached, grabbed the lubricant from his nightstand so he could slick himself. His fingers teased over Dorian's hole, encouraging him. Bull still found Dorian's urgent impatience endearing; he was struggling with his own, wanting nothing more right then than to feel Dorian around him, moving on top of him.