The steam from the baths made everything a more heady experience; the scent of the spices in the air and the water but also that of Dorian's skin, his hair, him.

Bull had the irrational urge to devour him.

Instead, he settled for breaking the kiss so that he could leave a trail of love bites down Dorian's neck, until he got to his shoulder where he was safe to bite a little harder, mark a bit deeper. His arms tightened around Dorian, anticipating a protesting squirm before he finally let go.