Dorian gasped when Bull came inside him, a nearly breathless noise. He was deep, his hips pressed tightly against the back of Dorian's thighs and his arse. Bull nearly covered him like this, easily twice his weight. And Dorian delighted in every lurid, raw moment of it.

He couldn't remember if he'd ever been so undone.

Dorian panted from beneath Bull. The crowd had begun to disappear, evaporating back into the nothing it had come from. There were parting murmurs, but Dorian relished every venomous word of Tevene.

He relished the ache of every bruise forming on his body.

"Love it when you come inside me," he sighed.