Feeling Dorian come was exquisite. Bull fucked him through it, knowing exactly what he got out of a fantasy like this. Bull could just imagine the Ben-Hassrath hearing about it: Hissrad fucking an altus, a magister's son, in the middle of Minrathos. No one had ever considered taking the Magisterium out one heart attack at a time.
For Bull it was about Dorian's pleasure, it was about feeling him push back to meet every thrust, it was about the sweet sounds that escaped him, all edged in desperation and then relief. He grabbed Dorian against him, held him tight as he fucked into him, intent on leaving bruises wherever he could. He liked the idea of Dorian looking in a mirror - or several - and admiring the marks from teeth and hands that Bull had left on him.
It was that thought that caught him, that and the perfection of Dorian moving beneath him. Bull pinned him down roughly as he came, pushing deep, intent on marking him inside and out.
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Date: 2017-05-25 02:25 am (UTC)For Bull it was about Dorian's pleasure, it was about feeling him push back to meet every thrust, it was about the sweet sounds that escaped him, all edged in desperation and then relief. He grabbed Dorian against him, held him tight as he fucked into him, intent on leaving bruises wherever he could. He liked the idea of Dorian looking in a mirror - or several - and admiring the marks from teeth and hands that Bull had left on him.
It was that thought that caught him, that and the perfection of Dorian moving beneath him. Bull pinned him down roughly as he came, pushing deep, intent on marking him inside and out.