Bull growled something in Qunlat against Dorian's skin and moved to pin him more firmly in place. He didn't want him going anywhere just yet. He liked the weight of Dorian's leg over his horn, he liked the scandalized murmurs all around them as he tongued a magister's son, an altus in his own right.

Eventually he pulled back and picked Dorian up. On the other end of the pool was a gentle incline leading into the water. He brought him there, carrying him over his shoulder. Bull laid Dorian down on the incline; he'd have the heat of the water that way but be exposed enough for Bull to do what he wanted. He got both of Dorian's legs over his horns this time, nearly bending him in half so he could run his tongue over his hole.