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Bull didn't linger too long at fight club after Dorian left. He was bruised but it was hardly anything more than he might have gotten from a training session. He let himself into their new house. There was still unpacking - mostly Dorian's books - but It was starting to look settled in.

"Dorian?" he called as he nudged the door shut again, listening for movement in the house. Dorian's words had been shivering down his spine since their tussle: I have plans for you and that smart mouth of yours.

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Dorian exited the bedroom in only a black dressing gown and a pair of silky purple underthings. Dorian exited the bedroom like a thundercloud.

He had not, actually, wanted to jump the man in front of the eyes of half of Bull's social circle, but it had been a damn close thing, and Dorian was in the mood to make Bull suffer for it. For a given value of suffering.

He grabbed Bull by the hips, not gently, to guide him toward the bedroom. Dorian's belly was hot, he was still flushed, and he pressed the naked brown skin of it against Bull's covered dick.