"Dorian," he groaned, bracing himself against the bed while Dorian's mouth teased over his skin, while his hands found every sensitive spot they could reach.

"We'll have to work out a system... some way to identify clothes you don't care about losing. One way to get a new seasonal wardrobe." Bull laughed but the sound was strained. He pushed himself up more, braced his weight on his knees so he could work Dorian's pants off.

He needed him naked. Now.