(cont. from beach gathering)

Dorian didn't grace Bull's response with words; instead, he gave a disgusted sigh, which lasted only until Bull molded himself over Dorian's torso, bare skin pressed to bare skin. It was a delightful, all-over reminder of how big Bull was, and how gentle he could be, when it suited him, and it suited Dorian for the moment, although he knew soon that the desperation would take hold again. Dorian was not, and never had been, an easily contented lover. He hooked a leg behind Bull's rump and played at pulling him down, though there was about nothing, short of magic, Dorian could do to move the arse.

He let the kiss linger, until he felt the stirring between his legs grow hotter and more insistent.

"Just to confirm that we are on the same page, Bull dear, you are going to fuck me right here on the beach, correct?" Dorian asked, high-bred accent curling innocently around the lanbguage.