Bull was convinced that he could get off just watching Dorian ride his fingers, but there were more fun ways to finish and he knew what Dorian wanted. He felt hot beneath him, thighs strong on either side of him.

All that staff work paid off. He loved Dorian's body, loved the strength in it despite his characteristic decadence. He groaned and worked a third finger into him; he tried to slow the way Dorian moved his hips. It would be a shame if he finished too soon.

"Never, kadan," he breathed against Dorian's skin.

Bull pushed himself up and one hand pinned Dorian down while he slid his fingers free. He grabbed the lubricant again to slick his cock, making sure Dorian could see what he was doing.