"Until you say the word, kadan." He curled his fingers in Dorian's hair, gripping enough to tug at the scalp but not to cause pain.

Bull kissed down Dorian's neck, lips and tongue teasing over fresh bruises from their earlier efforts. He found a clean place to bite as his free hand slid over Dorian's ass, his thigh, loving the softness of his skin over firm muscle. All that staff twirling and walking across Thedas with the Inquisition.

"Dorian."