Dorian found Bull's hand with his own cock, sliding it against it with every stroke of Bull deep into him. Dorian could imagine his father hearing about what happened here, from one of his peers in the Magisterium. Could imagine them relaying it with deepest horror.

It was the biggest one I'd ever seen! And he just let it take him right there in the middle of the baths, in public! Your son, an altus!

Dorian let the uncharitable thoughts roll over him. It was an excellent go-fuck-yourself to everything Dorian had grown up surrounded by. And here, he was safe to enjoy it. Protected by consequences, indulged by Iron Bull.

Bull slid against that spot inside him that sent off fireworks in Dorian's brain. He shouted and he came, blindingly hard. Against the tile, into the water.

He kept rutting with Bull, even half-consumed by the orgasm. His hips crashed back to meet Bull, urging him to move harder, leave his mark.