Maker, Dorian loved Bull's hands. They were twice as big again as his own, if not moreso, and certainly broader. Strong, from decades of hefting huge steel axes. Dorian let the moan roll out of his chest, shameless, as he bore down on those two fingers filling him and working him loose.

Bull could have just finger-fucked him to completion, it's all it would have taken, but Dorian wanted that cock inside him, hot and throbbing.

"I will never get tired of you."