The slow circle of Dorian's hips drew another quiet sound out of him and Bull nuzzled into his hair. He held Dorian close as he eased away from the wall and sat on the edge of the bed with the mage in his lap.

Red rope remained a stark contrast against his gray skin.

"Feel like you have enough manual dexterity back to help get these off?" he asked, grinning lazily at Dorian. He looked beautiful like this, loose and relaxed and thoroughly pleased.