He lost himself in how good Dorian felt beneath him, the sound of his voice as he pleaded. Bull adjusted their position, trying to get it just right - he wanted Dorian to fall apart beneath him, in this place that represented so much.
Bull slid his hand down not even wrapping it around Dorian, just giving him something to rut against every time his hips moved.
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Date: 2017-05-25 02:04 am (UTC)Bull slid his hand down not even wrapping it around Dorian, just giving him something to rut against every time his hips moved.