Bull moved some, to make it easier to get his sleep pants lower. "Sometimes I have to turn," he admitted. "Mostly that's the horns." Still, he was careful, and sometimes he felt too big for some of the spaces he encountered in Darrow. So he was careful.

Always careful.

"Broad enough to block you when you need it. That's all that matters." He could be a shield, he could protect those that he cared about.

Goosebumps appeared as shivers raced across his skin; Dorian's breath was warm and perfect as his mouth traced across his skin. Bull relaxed underneath the affection, eye half closed.