[ Truthfully he doesn't expect much, he never truly does, forces himself never to hope or expect, simply enjoy what he has in the moment for as long as he can. It's a distraction but not done purely to distract himself, he could not deny he has been curious. Drawn. Dorian is a man draw to thinks he should not do, should not touch, should not explore. And Bull─ those old fool is Tevinter would fluster with rage if they knew. A Qunari, how scandalous.
He likes the man enough, perhaps more than enough, more than he should, but never thought to act on it. Too scared, Bull might say, and he might have been right. He needed a push.
Hands find the sides of the other man's face, his brow furrowing briefly before he deepens the kiss, pushes just enough to make his lungs burn and his pulse thunder in her veins. It surprises how careful Bull is, how he stills when he could pull him in and devour him. Another day perhaps, he thinks, pulling away just enough to breathe. ]
Kaffas.
[ He can taste the whiskey on his lips, the fuzzy brown drink, that hideous foul tasting drink, something else that is distinctly Iron Bull and Maker─ it tastes good. ]
action.
He likes the man enough, perhaps more than enough, more than he should, but never thought to act on it. Too scared, Bull might say, and he might have been right. He needed a push.
Hands find the sides of the other man's face, his brow furrowing briefly before he deepens the kiss, pushes just enough to make his lungs burn and his pulse thunder in her veins. It surprises how careful Bull is, how he stills when he could pull him in and devour him. Another day perhaps, he thinks, pulling away just enough to breathe. ]
Kaffas.
[ He can taste the whiskey on his lips, the fuzzy brown drink, that hideous foul tasting drink, something else that is distinctly Iron Bull and Maker─ it tastes good. ]