"Ah!" The hand in his hair burned, a dull pain that more than flirted with pleasure, making Dorian's cock fill, until all of his desire was obvious, even from under Bull's white shirt. It pooled around his hips. Dorian tugged back with a toss of his head, like a horse yanking at its bit. Bull's lips felt like brands.

He fumbled for one of Bull's hands, groping blindly as he met his eyes, grey staring back at grey. Lifting Bull's hand to his mouth, he slowly pressed his mouth over the tip. He swirled a tongue around it, licked down into the space between thumb and forefinger, and then gently sucked.