Bull let Dorian take control of the show; he needed it, and Bull was okay with that. His hands steadied Dorian's hip, his thigh, providing support as he moved, as he sank down onto his cock. The heat of him pulled a moan deep from Bull's chest and his hands tightened; there'd likely be bruises before they were done. Finger-shaped, hand shaped. Dorian could look in a mirror and see where the Bull had gripped him.

Bull liked that idea.

"Look at you," he breathed, all desire and need. "Kadan."