Bull growled out something in Qunlat and adjusted their position carefully, leaning Dorian's back into the wall but leaving his hips more free. It let Bull thrust into him at a better angle.

He worked up a rhythm, quick and deep. Dorian had a grip on his horns and Bull would never quite get over how good that felt. Just knowing Dorian was grabbing onto him like that, clawing at him for how good he felt.