So many lovely options, can’t he just so yes to them all? Maybe in time. For now Nida groans at the brushing fingers, his hips rolling forward just a bit in search of that friction. His own fingers dig in to Bull’s hips as he smirks up at the larger man. 

“I admit, after my recent down time with a certain elf, I would much rather receiving than giving. And you having a taste doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Isn’t it nice that my schedule is clear for the day?”