[ Seems almost cruel to take it away from him. But he does. He's gonna need that hand in a moment.

One last nip to his ear and Bull turns to murmur against it. ]

Good. Now stay right where you are. Keep breathing. Nice, big, deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere.

[ The hand in his hair eases him, lets him sink down to the sheets again, before he shifts with a grunt onto his knees, one hand going to the waist of his pants. That jar of slick lies somewhere nearby, and it's a damned relief to curl his own hand around his aching cock, just as neglected all this time.

With the lack of cries, the sound of slick stroking is all too audible, Bull's eyes fixed on the elf sprawled in front of him, stretched open, skin flushed scarlet still from his hand and that pretty hair a damn mess. The corner of his lip curls before he reaches for him again, curling an arm around his stomach and bringing him back and up onto his knees again. If he has to support the entirety of his weight, he can. ]

Remember the word. Nod if you do.