"You most certainly do," Dorian murmured, wrapping his legs tightly around Bull's waist. He toyed at Bull's trousers with one foot, kneading Bull's thigh. One hand gathered a thick handful of Bull's read-end and gave it a harsh squeeze.

The peevishness of earlier in the evening was gone, replaced only with hungry, low admonishment.

"In public, Bull."

He cut off any response with a hot, aching mouth pressed against Bull's. Dorian's lips were already swollen from arousal, his eyes dark. He'd been waiting, hard, for Bull to come home.