"I don't even know what that means," Dorian said, through startled laughter. Not that he minded overly much; anything in Qunlat sounded lovely from Bull. Just pure sex. And a little danger.

He slipped a first finger inside, long and nimble, and swept it around in a circle. Bull was tight, and Dorian was careful to be gentle, as he'd been urged. He was careful with his nails, which were manicured, but kept a little longer than some. When he felt confident enough, and Bull felt slick enough in there, he added a second.

Dorian licked the front of his teeth at the way Bull seemed to pull his fingers in. He could already imagine the way it would feel when he had his cock seated in it. Just the thought had Dorian almost angrily hard between his own legs.