Dorian's yelp transitioned into a long, low moan when Bull's hot mouth wrapped around the side of his neck. HE wrapped his arms around Bull's neck, his toes curling. He'd been a little bal of anticipation for at least the last fifteen minutes, and now, at least, things could really start gong somewhere.

"It's very hard to do, isn't it? I'm a veritable font of wit ad wisdom."

Dorian smoothed his hands up over the back of Bull's head, enjoying the rasp of shaved hair. He pressed his hips against Bull, trying t find friction. Dorian was wearing too damned many clothes.