[Oh, he knows exactly how nice that would be and he makes a mental note to see if he can find something to fulfill that little requirement and make the mage put his money where his mouth is. That being said...
...Bull corks his bottle, there isn't too much left of it anyway, and turns toward Dorian, moving his much larger frame as to make it easier to loom over Dorian if he so chose.]
That sounds nice and all, but I was talking about tonight. [And he does move to loom over him, meeting those steel eyes with his own. it only takes one to convey his desire. It's always burned there, since the first time he'd laid eyes on Dorian.]
You play coy in front of the others, but we both know what you want.
[ Loom, the Bull does. Dorian doesn't quite expect so much of him in his personal space. His focus can't help but go to that single eye that feels like Bull can look straight through him and see his every thought. He can't seem to look away even as he feels his face heating up. Is it from the drink or from Bull being so close? Likely a hideous combination of both. ]
A-ah--
[ It's about all the noise that he happens to be able to make. He didn't know this was quite what he wanted, but here they were.. and he couldn't find it in him to say he didn't. Dorian can't deny he hadn't thought about it. The Qunari have always been those forbidden and taboo thoughts, haven't they? It seems his brain can't think past him, either. Though there is a lot of Bull to try and do that.
His focus goes from that single eye, flicking down to Bull's lips, lingering.
Damn it all to hell. Fingers clumsily grasp at Bull's ugly shirt, pulling him closer until their lips are centimeters apart. ]
[It's with a great amount of skill the Bull, without pulling against Dorian's grip on his shirt or expanding the distance between their mouth, moves his hands to either side of Dorian, holding himself against the metal wall behind him, the heat from his body, increased by drink and arousal, radiating from him. An amused smirk pulled at the corners of his lips and he chuckled deeply, moving his lips enough to tease his breath across Dorian's face.]
You want to be conquered.
[He shifted his gaze over the curve of Dorian's full lips, the angle of his jaw, then back to his eyes.]
[ With the Bull's bulk looming over him so closely, Dorian shivers in anticipation, licking his lips. If it's not apparent that yes, he is fully prepared for what that means, his hands move to reach up and grip Bull by the horns. He does want to be conquered, more than he initially realized. ]
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[ Yep, just going to take another serious drink and contemplate what his day has become. ]
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...Bull corks his bottle, there isn't too much left of it anyway, and turns toward Dorian, moving his much larger frame as to make it easier to loom over Dorian if he so chose.]
That sounds nice and all, but I was talking about tonight. [And he does move to loom over him, meeting those steel eyes with his own. it only takes one to convey his desire. It's always burned there, since the first time he'd laid eyes on Dorian.]
You play coy in front of the others, but we both know what you want.
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A-ah--
[ It's about all the noise that he happens to be able to make. He didn't know this was quite what he wanted, but here they were.. and he couldn't find it in him to say he didn't. Dorian can't deny he hadn't thought about it. The Qunari have always been those forbidden and taboo thoughts, haven't they? It seems his brain can't think past him, either. Though there is a lot of Bull to try and do that.
His focus goes from that single eye, flicking down to Bull's lips, lingering.
Damn it all to hell. Fingers clumsily grasp at Bull's ugly shirt, pulling him closer until their lips are centimeters apart. ]
Do we?
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You want to be conquered.
[He shifted his gaze over the curve of Dorian's full lips, the angle of his jaw, then back to his eyes.]
But you ready for what that means?
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Then by all means, conquer.