It was easy to fall into Dorian's rhythm, rocking back in short, easy movements to meet every thrust of his hips. Even cursing, Dorian sounded wonderful; his creativity made Bull smile, almost made him laugh but it came out edged by a moan.

The tight grip on his hips didn't give him pause; even if Dorian did manage to bruise them, Bull would wear them just as proudly. Bull adjusted his hips and the next slide of Dorian's cock coaxed a louder sound out of him. He gripped the armrest and Dorian's thigh.