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[theirondragon]

Who: The Iron Bull and EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Hell yes!
Action: If you want to happen upon him at space bar, which is where he's making this broadcast, you know what? Go right ahead!
When: Mid-Day; Today like earlier today :)

[Those who tune in to the network right about now are greated by the Bull's smiling face. It's his customer service face, but nobody besides Cyril and Leilani have ever hired his guy around here, so they're probably the only ones who realize that. He's got a full mug of ale sitting beside him and...a...notebook?]

Hey, everybody, and...uh, you guys at home too, I guess. [He clears his throat.] Okay, so we all know that we're being recorded to entertain people, right? And we all agree the Atroma are dicks, but did you know the people who watch us can send us letters? There's this how little kiosk thing here on the Iskaulit, and some people sent me some stuff.

[He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.] I mean, it's creepy, shit yeah, it's creepy, but it's sort of better, seeing people say stuff about what they're seeing on this...uh, show thing. They're real people, you know, and uh...a lot like fans of other stuff. Anyway, I was gonna respond to some stuff, maybe make them feel like we care too, you know? I don't know, it sounded good in my head, anyway.

[He picks up the notebook and clears this throat before reading this first one. Bull's not usually a man who knows shame, and he's not exactly bashful about this one, it just makes him a little uncomfortable.]

Okay, so, this first one's from a fan who actually used her name. So, Xorkla wrote in, "Mister The Iron Bull," [He looks toward the comm for a second with a grin.] Thanks, Xorkla. A lot of people miss the article on the front. I appreciate it. [And he returns to the letter, that grin turning slightly awkward as he continues.] "Xorkla would love to run her...mandibles...over your impressive horns..." [And then he trails off before looking back up.] You know, Xorkla, it, uh...sounds like our anatomy probably isn't compatible, but thanks.

[And he promptly turns the page in his notebook. Reeeeally should have paid more attention to the letters...]

Okay, so this next one is from somebody who decided to remain anonymous, but that's cool. So, anonymous wrote, "You should definitely time more people up, I'm just saying. I've never seen knots like that before." [He chuckles smugly before continuing.] "Maybe you and Dorian should give us a live demonstration." See, that's not up to me. [And he leans in closer, his voice lower, almost conspiratorial.] I might be able to show you guys a thing or two about knots at some point, though. The key is pressure points, and finding that cusp between pain and pleasure, but that's another episode.

[He leans back, turning another page in his notebook while he takes a healthy pull from his mug.] Alright, so, if that one didn't get me in trouble, I know this one will. [He reads the letter, frowns, and puts the notebook aside.] I'm not gonna ready it, because I don't want him to hate me, I'm just gonna put it this way: Kramm's a great a guy, okay, but we're friends who worked some kinks out together. Kirk, too. Dorian's...different, and...I can't really say how. It...just is. More maybe? [He shrugs.] I don't know. I've never really done anything like this before, but...and I know you know who you are, Anonymous. You're wrong, okay?

[He pushes the notebook aside, finishes his beer and waves someone over for another before taking a breath.] So, that's it. If you want more, write more in, I guess. [And he makes a wave at the camera.] Talk to you later.

(OOC: Thanks to everybody who sent some fanmail his way!)

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[fantachetic]

[ Dorian wants to be angry with him, both in the moment, and for putting him on blast in front of the entire fleet. He does.. and he tries. His hands find Bull's massive ones on his hips and rests them there. His shoulders sag a bit and he stares at where their hands meet. ]

I would rather not discuss it right now.

[theirondragon]

[The Bull studies Dorian's face for a few moments, though it probably seems like an eternity on the other end of that gaze. He notes the tiredness squeezing Dorian's brow together, the anger he can't quite find the energy for. Dorian had had a long day, and he'd come here, which meant either he wasn't angry about the broadcast earlier, or he wasn't angry enough to hold it against him in any case.

Instead of directly denying anything was wrong, he'd been honest. He didn't want to talk about it right now. That was different. Bull could agree to that. Eventually he nodded and moved his hands to Dorian's waist.]

Okay. You don't have to talk about it right now.

[And then he used his greater strength and size to turn them both around, to press Dorian's wrists into the mattress, and press his lips against his again.]

[fantachetic]

[ He doesn't have the mental energy to discuss it in full detail the way Bull would like. Perhaps when some of the noise and guilt clears away.. ]

Thank you.

[ He gasps in surprise as Bull swaps their positions and meets his kiss eagerly. Sex was easy and it was a great distraction. Once they're both properly sated and Dorian is feeling particularly boneless, he moves just a bit closer to Bull, resting his head on a massive shoulder. ]

[theirondragon]

[For more than a few moments, Bull is content to simply be, the arm he moves around Dorian as he takes his position on his shoulder isn't even a conscious one. He drifts for a bit between wakefulness and sleep, just enjoying the warm press of Dorian's body against his, listening for a moment to Dorian's breathing in an attempt to determine whether or not he's sleeping.

He's still worried about what was bothering him, after all.]

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian debates on simply allowing himself to fall asleep, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards. When that blissful spot right before sleep eludes him, Dorian speaks quietly into the silence. ]

Cyril asked about you and I today.

[theirondragon]

[Oh. Well, that's...great. At least he had his answer, and he was actually slightly surprised Dorian lead with that.]

...yeah...not my best moment, making that broadcast. I'm sorry. I should have talked to you first.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian makes an agreeing noise in his throat. ]

Not the worst-case scenario I'd imagined, but not great.

[theirondragon]

So...Cyril talked to you about us, which got under your skin pretty bad, but you can here anyway...I'm missing something.

[fantachetic]

Well, your broadcast didn't turn into every previous tryst of mine coming out of the woodwork to shame me, so there is that.

No, Cyril is far more forgiving than I anticipated. [ Because he always assumes the worst of himself. ] He said that you felt 'more' than casual and asked if I felt the same. I had a brief moment of honesty and told him I'd never felt that way before, and he insisted that he would back off so that I could figure out what it is we have together and enjoy it..

[theirondragon]

I wouldn't do that to you.

[He was intentionally vague to avoid it, even. His tone does soften when getting to the meat of it, though.] Cyril's a good guy, and he cares a lot more about you than he likes to pretend.

[But that still didn't explain how torn up Dorian was, and Bull wasn't a man who jumped to conclusions.]

I care about you a lot, too...but that's not the point right now. The question is do you want to see where this is going, or do you want to keep whatever you've got with Cyril? You...seem pretty torn up about not.

[fantachetic]

Yes, I've realized that.. quite a bit too late to save feelings, however.

[ But isn't that how he's always been? Dorian is silent, rolling closer to Bull. He snakes his arm up over Bull's expansive chest, resting his hand over his heart just to feel the strong beating beneath his fingers. ]

I want to see what this is.

[theirondragon]

Dorian, when feelings are involved, there's no saving them, not matter what. It's not your fault. You know that, right?

[He'd kept the tension from his body well enough, but he felt it leave his mind at Dorian words. He'd accept it, of course, if Dorian wanted to call it quits, but he was very happy to learn otherwise. He reached up and placed his own hand over Dorian's, a tired but playful smirk tugging at his lips.] This? Right here? That's my heart. They don't teach anatomy in Vint school?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian doesn't respond so much as make a hum in acknowledgement. They'll agree to disagree. He huffs at Bull, nudging him. ]

Oh shut it.

[theirondragon]

[It was enough for now that he acknowledged it and didn't argue. That was a step toward acceptance and he'd take it.

He chuckles at Dorian's nudge and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.]

I'm glad, 'cause...this is good. It feels good.

[fantachetic]

It doesn't feel wrong, certainly.

[theirondragon]

What doesn't? The sex or the rest of it?

[fantachetic]

All of it, I suppose. The sex never feels wrong.

[theirondragon]

Or you've just got a thing for forbidden pleasures.

[fantachetic]

...That, too.

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles again, letting a few moments pass in silence while the laid in the dark together. It was nice, different. They usually just went to sleep. Something had changed with Dorian's decision, and the Bull couldn't quite put his finger on what, but it was a good change.]

So. What won you over: the suit or the rope? Be honest.

[fantachetic]

The suit did most of the job, though I can't deny the rope's appeal. I am a man who favors illicit pleasures.

[theirondragon]

Yes you are...

[And Bull loved every minute of it.] You know, you're the first person who's tired me out in a long time.

[fantachetic]

[ A fact he prides himself on, thank you very much. Dorian preens under the compliment. ]

An arduous task that I humbly take upon myself. [ As if he isn't having a good time, too. ]

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles fondly at that. Dorian's bullshit was hot. He doesn't say anything for a moment before he moves his hand to Dorian's back, a low key gesture to get his attention.]

That's good, 'cause...I don't think I want to give it to anybody else.

[fantachetic]

[ His attention is very much gotten, and he meets Bull's eye. His expression slowly turns to one of surprise, and for a moment, he thinks to cover the uncertainty with bravado. He can't help the look of hopeful awe that passes over his face. ]

You're certain?