[That's what he's wanting to hear. Bull groans as he thrusts hard into him. He can feel the pull on his head as those hands told tight to his horns. Honestly good. That's what he wants. Someone to grip hold of those things and use them to keep themselves in this world with him.]
You've got me.
[That's a promise. Bull's signed himself up for this and he's not about to change a damn thing about it.]
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You've got me.
[That's a promise. Bull's signed himself up for this and he's not about to change a damn thing about it.]
So come for me. You have me now.