[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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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.