Dorian leaned against Bull, drained but deliciously so. He felt the hot, obscene mess of Bull dripping down the back of one of his thighs, the indecent slide and catch of damp flesh on damp flesh as he leaned forward to press their chests together, so that he could rest his forehead on Bull's. He breathed slowly, heartbeat still racing.

His hips still worked in gentle circles against Bull's belly. It still felt lovely, even with his cock tired.

"Even if I do, it will be worth it," Dorian said. He clung to Bull, waiting for him to move.