Bull stayed right where he was, panting and more or less covering Dorian. His position became somewhat protective, as it often did when they were anywhere other than their own bedrooms. The voices all around them faded and only then did Bull start to pull out.

He dropped kisses all over Dorian's shoulders, his hands gentle now as he touched him everywhere. Once he was free, Bull eased down next to the mage and pulled him close, holding him in the sweet aftermath of their pleasure.

"Despite all your complaining, you secretly love being a mess. At least, that kind of mess," he quipped.