Dorian moved enough to hook his other hand on the other side of Bull's trousers. He shimmied them down, one hand and then the other, as Bull lifted himself just enough for Dorian to work pants and underwear own his legs, and then off.

He kissed Bull on the injured knee while he was down there, and followed it with more gentle, warm kisses, up his belly, and finally to his mouth.

The last was deep and lingering.

Then, Dorian threw himself back into his spot, and pressed himself against Bull's side, nude. The skin against skin was comforting. Bull was there. Dorian threw an arm over him.