"Don't hold back on me now," he growled, lips moving over bruising flesh. "Let me feel you, kadan."

It was very nearly a command with the way he said it, or permission. Bull pushed himself up; he grabbed Dorian's hips and let his blunt nails dig in. He was letting his left hand grow out just slightly - he remembered the way Dorian shivered when he thought about Qunari claws.

He was close, only iron self control keeping him from losing his grip the way he wanted to. He wanted to see Dorian wrecked first.