It went on for minutes like that, Bull's mouth against him, searching for all of the parts of Dorian that Bull knew got a reaction in bed. Soft sighs became tense groans, searching for that more that he so badly wanted. Until Dorian was shaking against Bull, breath coming in fits and starts. His eyes felt blurry and every piece of him felt like a raw nerve, ready to reach for the edge, but never quite there.

Dorian tried to rut himself against Bull's hip.

"Maker, Bull. Please. Stop. No more."

But Dorian had not said katoh. The words were part of the game they were playing.