The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

After a few moments, he leans forward and kisses Bull soundly on the mouth. "Thank you. I needed a distraction."

[The Iron Bull]

"Not done yet," Bull counters, gripping Cedric's hips and rolling them over so the older man is underneath his bulk. Smiling down at Cedric, Bull rests his weight on his elbows, not accidentally pinning some of Cedric's hair under his elbow. "One measilly kiss?" he asks huskily. "Just one? Tch."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bu-ull," he laughs. "You know I can't just..." 

There's a number of ways Coquette and Bull can come together sexually, but fewer of them are available for Cedric. He can't take Bull's girth unprepared, not anally. And he has no girth of his own. That means blowjobs, which he finds rather affirming but aren't as pleasing to him sexually. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Actually, that might not be true," Bull says with a hungry, smug grin. "Might have asked your newest fellow, real casual-like, for some ideas and, well, that man is a bit terrifyingly knowledgeable about-- anyway. He had a suggestion or two, if you're interested."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But I don't have.... I mean, sure, we can try, but..." He gestures helplessly down at his lap. 

[The Iron Bull]

"I may have implied that I needed stuff for using with a lady friend that I couldn't, uh, fit in, if you get me. So I needed other ways to make things happen." Just in case the sideways implication of Cedric being in a woman's body ruined things, he continues without pause, "not bad, huh? Look at this brash Bull, being all subtle and cunning look, eh?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

He sighs. "Let me guess, he suggested fingers and tongue? It's fine and all but it's no substitute for having a dick."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull rubs at the back of his head. "Well, yeah, but more about how to use'em on you, not.... yah'now." For whatever reason, maybe because it's only Cedric-- and technically the Red Spirit-- that he's gone out on the town with, Bull often finds himself sliding back to old slang and dictation when they're alone. "Though..." Bull cocks his head to the side, deciding on something with his normal trust in gut instinct. "What if we got you a dick?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Toys don't have any sensation," he pre-empts. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Sure, and rings can't turn ya invisible," Bull points out, waggling his ringed hand at his boss. "Unless they can."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You know this for a fact, or you're guessing?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Second hand fact?" Bull offers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well, unless you have one on hand here tonight...."

[The Iron Bull]

In one of those moods evidently, huh? Ugh, fine. Keeping his smile in place as best he can, Bull, leans down for another kiss. "Well then I guess," another kiss, "we'll just have to," kiss, "be content with a few," a tug of his lip with his teeth, "dozen kisses."

[Coquette Blacquin]

This Cedric happily accedes to, kissing Bull fiercely, his tongue prying his way inside Bull's mouth. He pulls back a moment later, kissing a line down Bull's chest, slipping his thumbs under the other man's trousers as he does. At least one of us can be happy, he reasons. Fucking Varisia. Ruins everything. If it was only just me and Bull, and nobody else...