Shok ebasit hissra

Dorian gave a soft and indulgent laugh, before pulling himself against Bull's side and throwing the blankets up over both of them.

"Are you going to sleep in your work pants? They smell like booze and fryer grease. Need some help with them?"

Dorian tugged at the hem with a single teasing finger. It was far too late to get up to anything vigorous, but they could lay next to each other.