[ 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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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. ]