Unusual Show of Affection

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UNUSUAL SHOW OF AFFECTION shipping meme You don't have to give this person anything to prove you care. But maybe you want to; it's an easy way of letting them know your affection and telling them you're open to a relationship. If you're already with your love interest, a gift might just remind them of your feelings. Most would give flowers or chocolate or offer up a night of quality time or chores done. Those are the usual. You're not usual yourself. Neither is the person you're with...or want to be with. You'll have to go for the unusual. So whether it's building your crush a robot to ask them out, making your friend-or-possibly-more the best fifteen course meal they've ever had, or teaching your significant other to be the strongest ninja warrior, go big or go home. Or go where it's natural, given how unconventional you can be. Comment with your character, canon, and any info. Be sure to include whether you want to play out an unestablished or established relationship, and what your character would give to another- ie, their gift, their gesture, service, skill, etc. Reply to others. Thread!

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[meravas]

I have other ways of saying please.

[ With the tunic stripped away and Dorian climbing into the bed to lay out, Bull's eyes wander. Of course they do, but they roam in appraisal, admiring the nudity, the play of muscle under tight skin he takes to worshiping some nights. A low rumble in his throat and Bull follows, regretfully pulling the sheets up to Dorian's hips, covering them as he climbs onto the bed and kneels above him.

The oil is shaken and poured into a hand, set aside and then worked into his hands to get them ready. Fingers wiggling Bull leans down and both hands press lightly to just under his ribcage, the heels of his palms pushing gently into the muscle and dragging up to between his shoulder blades. Slowly he works the oil into the skin, taking his time, keeping the sweeping motions of his hands in the massage slow and careful.

He's not doing this to seduce him, he's doing it to help him fall asleep. ]

[footsies]

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.

[meravas]

What was that? [ He speaks up as he sweeps his hands back down along the muscle. ] Don't think I caught what you just said.

[ Sweeping his palms up to his shoulders again, Bull rotates his hands to cover over the muscle in the slopes of his neck leading down into his shoulders, gripping lightly as his thumbs dig in. The oil helps a lot with the gliding motions and there's something damn hot and enjoyable to be had with feeling the other man's flesh slicked up under his palms. ]

[footsies]

I was composing a religious text, this time featuring your fingers. At least one part of you is bearable.

[ That's a Maker-damned lie and they both know it, but it's easier to fall into this habit, the habit of poking and prodding, bantering back and forth. It's nowhere near as sharp as normal, not when he's melting into the blankets, letting out a choked moan when Bull's hands slide slick over the tense muscles in his neck, his whole body tensing and then releasing as he works. ]

Just- there, there.

[meravas]

There's more than that and you know it.

[ That choked moan feels almost pulled out of him, pulled like on a string by his fingers. It's arousing in more ways than one and Bull answers it on a low groan, sticking to the one area as ordered. His thumbs dig in, roll over the slick skin. They tease and yet work at the tensed knot, and then his hands drag down the slope of Dorian's spine until reaching his lower back to the rise of his ass. ]

[footsies]

Maybe a few others.

[ Dorian doesn't need to specify anything, which is good, because he doesn't think he could right then, too busy stretching out, groaning when Bull's hands drag over his skin. Rough fingers press into a knot and then drag down, dragging another ragged little groan out of him, hips arching, ass pushing up into his hands. ]

I can be persuaded to change my mind and add a few to the list, though.

[meravas]

[ If that isn't one hell of an arousing sight and those sounds, Bull doesn't know what is. His hands lower down along his ass as he shifts back with the movement, getting a good grip on them, squeezing at the muscles and flesh. He dips his thumbs in between the cheeks, teasing him with a press and skim. Or maybe the both of them. ]

I'm sure that's doable.

[footsies]

Mmm, well, that's good.

[ His heartbeat speeds up despite himself, the same way it always does when their conversations or interactions turn to something a little less innocent. There's no longer the fear that they're going to kill each other or that Bull's waiting to shove him off a cliff; there's no fear now, turning his back on the man. Instead, he tilts his head back and gives him a sleepy smile, an eyebrow raised in challenge. ]

What did you have in mind?