"I want you to feel good," Dorian grins. "Whatever you do, I want you to do it with conviction and because it will make you feel just as wonderful as I will."
Dorian indulges in the kiss before pulling away. "It's a cowardly answer because I'm a coward!" he teases, bright smile on his face. "I'll bend over backwards to make you happy—literally and metaphorically."
"No need for you to do anything -- I'm going to take you as I want you," he reassures him, kissing down along his chest. "There's a vial beside my bed -- reach it for me, won't you?"
Dorian is just blatantly horny on main as Crozier grabs his face. When he's let go, he lets out a little 'hmmph' of irritation—before shifting back to a wide grin.
"I hope you're planning on doing more than just that."
He just lets him talk, humming quietly as he spreads the oil over his fingers and spreads Dorian's legs. As he touches him, over his prick and further still, his other hand reaches out to grip his neck. He squeezes as he pushes his fingers inside of him.
That is exactly what Dorian wants. He leans into Crozier's grasp, pressing his neck further against the man's hand. He's stopped talking, though! And is looking up with expectant and delighted eyes.
"Ah, so that pleases you, does it?" He smiles and eases up his grip, only to squeeze harder and for longer as he begins to fuck him with his hand. "Do you see stars yet, Dorian?"
Indeed, the edges of his vision are starting to go a little fuzzy. Add that with the pleasure of Crozier's fingers inside him and it's just a whole messy wonderful sensation. "A bit," he admits, voice strained. "It's fucking brilliant."
He pushes a little harder, smiling softly as he watches Dorian enjoy himself. He'll press into his throat a little more, waiting until the last moment before he pulls his hand away to allow him a breath or two.
When Crozier pulls his hand away, Dorian's prick throbs with excitement as he catches a breath himself. He's panting, looking up at Crozier with a grin as he lets out a strained, breathy sort of laugh.
"I rightly assumed you would have enjoyed that," he laughs, removing his fingers. He pauses to slick himself up and then grabs hold of Dorian's legs, pausing ever-so-slightly before burying himself inside of him.
"We haven't even begun, my dear," he chuckles, planting both hands beside Dorian's head. He finds his purchase in the bedclothes below and begins to rock into him slowly.
"I can still give you compliments." His cheeky tone turns a bit into a moan of pleasure as he grabs the bedclothes tight with his hands, partly to brace himself.
Dear god, but it feels so good to be joined with another person this way. He rocks, searching and finding his angle, before he raises both hands to Dorian’s throat. As he presses down on his windpipe he leans forward and kisses him.
The moment Crozier's hands are on his throat, Dorian shuts up. And with the hands on his throat and the lips against his, it really makes breathing a delightful little bitch. When they pull away, Dorian's gasping for air—and his cock is also rigid as hell.
He's enjoying the hell out of this -- of course he is, and Crozier's all-too-happy to give Dorian what he wants in exchange for a little intimacy. He tightens his grip and drives his hips into him over and over, not giving him a single inch.
He's having a grand time. Every thrust, every press of Crozier's fingers, it's like catnip for Dorian who's prick just gets harder and harder. A part of him wants to spend right now, but he holds back. As far as he's concerned, Crozier's the boss. He's only going to release himself when given the opportunity.
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Date: 2022-05-24 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-05-25 02:14 pm (UTC)He digs his fingers into Dorian's hips.
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Date: 2022-05-25 11:49 pm (UTC)He lets him go with a little tap to his cheek and spreads the slick over his fingers.
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Date: 2022-05-26 02:00 am (UTC)"I hope you're planning on doing more than just that."
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Date: 2022-05-26 02:54 am (UTC)"Like this, perhaps?"
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Date: 2022-05-26 01:08 pm (UTC)"Perfect," he laughs.
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Date: 2022-05-28 02:34 am (UTC)"Perfect."
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Date: 2022-05-29 09:03 pm (UTC)"You deserve every compliment you'll receive."
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Date: 2022-05-30 02:29 am (UTC)But fuck is he enjoying the moment.
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