"No," he rumbled against Dorian's skin, mouth trailing until he found another safe place to bite him.

If Dorian wanted more, Bull was inclined to indulge him.

He felt a little more relaxed about that idea here, for some reason. His blunt nails dug against Dorian's perfect skin, squeezing muscle just to feel him flex. He loved Dorian's body, loved the practiced strength in him.