Unbidden, Bull thought of several occasions in Skyhold - some of them in the damn library - where the nearest wall or table had sufficed. He grinned at the memories, pressed Dorian harder into the wall so that he wouldn't slide so much, so that his shoulders were pinned in place as Bull pushed into him. It adjusted their angle; he wanted to feel Dorian fall apart.

He nuzzled close, careful of his horns, and found his favorite place on Dorian's neck, the one that made him gasp, made him grab on to Bull whenever he bit it.