It didn't occur to him to ask what magic Dorian was using; he could feel it like a crackle in the air, but more than that he could feel the wonder of Dorian's tongue and that was of far more interest. His hips moved subtly, seeking, wanting.

He heard the snap of a cap and realized what it was Dorian had done just moments before he felt the cool lubricant on his skin. His hips jumped but only slightly. Bull reached back to help hold himself open, figuring Dorian might want his hands.

"Been a while," he rumbled, encouragement in his voice.