Dorian felt confessional at that. He so rarely felt confessional. But he could understand why, if he cared to understand it at all. Bull as a little one -- Ashkaari, he supposed -- had been living proof. Had wiped away any doubts that Dorian might have had, about why Bull was there, what Bull felt for him. Because the little boy saw Dorian only as a man, and he'd loved Dorian, in the way a child does, with implicit trust and need.
Dorian could be an insecure man. He could belittle himself. But Bull was not in his bed because Dorian was very pretty, and young, or some kind of foreign fetish. Bull was there because they loved one another.
"I love you," he said, from where he was pressed against Bull's side, body boneless and prickling.
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Date: 2017-05-03 04:55 am (UTC)Dorian could be an insecure man. He could belittle himself. But Bull was not in his bed because Dorian was very pretty, and young, or some kind of foreign fetish. Bull was there because they loved one another.
"I love you," he said, from where he was pressed against Bull's side, body boneless and prickling.