Dorian leaned his head back again, banging against the wall. This time it wasn't gently. He gave a loud, keening gasp, eyes closed tightly, as Bull's teeth scraped and pressed into the thick muscle on the side of his neck.

It was a free sound of immense pleasure, edged with pain, as the head of Bull's cock finally found perfectly the place inside Dorian that made his whole body feel hot and melted and the lights flash patterns in the back of his skull.

He came, hard and stuttering and noisy, between their bodies, making a mess of himself. As promised.

His thighs shook. He moaned, coming down slowly, in slow stepped moments.

"Oh, amatus."