Date: 2017-08-27 04:54 am (UTC)
propertool: (death pirouettes)
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Dorian's shoulder throbbed, and e ached where Bull stretched him apart and slid inside him, deeply, brushing against that perfect spot inside him with nearly every stroke.

He gasped every time he felt Bull slap against his backside, as he lay pressed against the bed, sunk in deeply with Bull's weight, head smashed into the pillow. The side of his face would be wet and red when they were finished, but the pleasure was powerful and overwhelming, and he couldn't care.

Dorian swore, in tumbling Tevene. He wouldn't last much longer.
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