Dorian held on. He pulled himself up against Bull, irritated that he couldn't reach his mouth, and settled on pressing his mouth against the center of his chest with a long, frustrated sigh. Why weren't they in bed already? Why didn't the universe simply align to Dorian's every whim?
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Date: 2017-10-13 02:15 am (UTC)"Yes, please. Later."