Dorian let out a long, tumbling, deep moan, writhing against Bull's fingers as they slid in, stretching almost painfully. Dorian didn't mind. It was better than too much more of Bull's sweet damned torture. Which he was too bloody good at.

"True enough," he gasped. "And whose fault is that, Iron Bull?"

Dorian reached between his own legs, giving his cock a few pumps, gasping and so hot. He could feel the sweat gathering at the back of his hairline.