Dorian keened as Bull pressed him down against the meat of his thigh, his half-hard cock still sensitive from their prior fucking.

"Are we really doing this again?" Dorian laughed, more than said, although it was a tight sound, coiled and eager.

Three times, he remembered Bull remarking. Yes, they probably were.

Twice wouldn't even be a one-night record. Dorian wondered when he'd become a teenager again.

His hands slid across Bull's stomach, teasing just above the line below his hips. Dorian had been insightful after all, simply tossing on one of Bull's smaller shirts.

He ground his hips down again, and again, in obscenely slow circles.