[ It is, Bull thinks a bit wildly, a very good thing that he has control. Dorian tastes like whiskey and sugar and awful green shit, but there's also a bit of his makeup, the wax from his mustache, and his own natural taste. There's the feel of him under his palms, the way he kisses, the swearing.
Bull very much wants to hear more of it, to be the cause of it. He wants to feel more, do more.
But not tonight, he reminds himself. Not tonight.
Still... ]
You can sit down, [ he offers, spreading his legs and gesturing toward his lap. ]
[ Part of him wishes he didn't have such control, part of him wishes he would throw it all to the wind and just─ Fuck. What a terrible thing to think, suited for someone as terrible as him. He might regret it later, but in this moment he can't quite find it in himself to care much.
Dorian breathes, inhale exhale, tongue absently darting out to lick his lips. Sit? He can sit, right. ]
Can I now? [ He asks with a breathy sort of laugh, thumb brushing over the sharp grooves of Bull's scars.
He climbs into Bull's lap not even a moment later, settling there comfortably, pressed against the Qunari's chest and kisses him again. Kisses him hard. ]
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Bull very much wants to hear more of it, to be the cause of it. He wants to feel more, do more.
But not tonight, he reminds himself. Not tonight.
Still... ]
You can sit down, [ he offers, spreading his legs and gesturing toward his lap. ]
action.
Dorian breathes, inhale exhale, tongue absently darting out to lick his lips. Sit? He can sit, right. ]
Can I now? [ He asks with a breathy sort of laugh, thumb brushing over the sharp grooves of Bull's scars.
He climbs into Bull's lap not even a moment later, settling there comfortably, pressed against the Qunari's chest and kisses him again. Kisses him hard. ]