Dorian settled back down on Bull's back, pulling his trousers the rest of the way down before straddling his thighs. It was a lovely angle, with the expanse of Bull's grey skin, cut here and there by white scars and constellations of darker freckles and skin tone imperfections. Dorian had always thought Bull was a lovely color. Like pewter.

He gave a laugh that was hungry, and breathy.

"My gods, but I adore you from this side. Do you have any idea how broad your shoulders are? I remain startled you even make it through doorways, honestly."

He dipped low, leaning over him. First, Dorian placed his mouth on Bull's ear, hot breath on the leaf-shaped shell. He grazed his teeth over it, nibbled, and then moved lwer, trailing kisses own the well-muscled dip of his spine.