"Ah, Bull!" Dorian came with that, and no more, milky white come making long ropes down Bull's belly and chest, dashing him on the stubble on his chin. Just the sight of it made Dorian lose himself all over again, even before the white and blue flashes had cleared out of his eyes, while every muscle in his body was still coiled tight and burning.

Bull came, only moments later. It didn't surprise Dorian -- they'd been damn near rutting. But the feel of it inside, that it was Bull, the obscene amount of it there always was. Something unhooked inside of Dorian, released. The energy of it gathered itself up and out of Dorian somehow, a wave of primal energy that twisted around the room long enough to knock everything light enough off the shelves and bureaus, and knock the curtain rod off from above the window.

Dorian made high, loud sound of relief, almost a sob, and pounded his fists on Bull's pecs, acting all on overwhelmed instinct.

"Yes, thank you. Bull. My gods, my gods. You are ... so good to me."