With your mouth is terribly common, why would you want to do that? Be as different as you like, hm?

[ There's a severe lack of biting sarcasm to his tone, though. He's too tired to have it, too tired to care. Instead, he shifts as the sheets get pulled up and stretches out languidly, letting Bull climb up behind him. The bed creaks and groans in protest at the additional weight concentrated there, but it holds as it always does.

Soon enough, there's the pop of a bottle and the slow glide of over-large hands sliding up his skin and there's absolutely no holding back the startled groan that slips out of Dorian's mouth as they work over him. He loves Bull's hands, for all that he mocks sometimes. They're even better right now - arguably his favorite part of him, though he's clearly biased as the hands dig into his muscles, slow and steady. ]

Maker, you aren't terrible at this.