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.
He lets up on his hold every once in a while, letting Dorian catch a breath for half a second and then kissing him again. He continues to move, thrusting himself over and over into him, groaning happily because he feels absolutely divine.
When he feels every muscle in his body begin to tighten like a string being pulled taut, he presses down hard on Dorian's windpipe. "Can you come like this?"
"Yes," Dorian croaks. He's not entirely sure that he can say more words so he's just sticking with the one. Yes, he can come like this. But as far as he's concerned, acknowledgement isn't the same as permission. So he asks,
He kisses him again with heat, nodding against his forehead as he begins to thrust more erratically. "Christ, yes, yes, you can. With me, Dorian, with me, it's so much better that way."
Dorian makes a noise of approval. Release with Crozier, he can do that much. Though he hopes Crozier's ready because once Dorian gets that word of approval, he groans, arching his back and pressing up against Crozier's hand as he spills over the both of them.
He doesn't worry about timing, too concerned with bringing them both through to care who goes first or when. Once he feels Dorian tighten he squeezes as tightly as he's able, spending inside of him with a sharp gasp.
He'll hold on for another second or two, making sure Dorian's absolutely wrung out, before he pulls his hands away and kisses him dearly.
Dorian is indeed wrung out. He flops back, panting slightly, a sweaty, sticky mess—oooh, but a mess that's being kissed. He doesn't mind the aftercare. After a moment, Dorian pulls away with a grin.
"You were fucking exquisite. Treat me like that once every few week and I'll be eating out of your hand."
His fingers are gentle as they touch along his neck, making sure those marks are already fading. "You're too exhausting for a man like me," he laughs, kissing him again and standing to fetch something to clean the both of them.
"Boost your stamina, old man!" Dorian laughs. The bruises are indeed fading, disappearing into Dorian's skin as he flops back, taking a moment to catch his breath.
"If you're going to fuck an energetic thing like myself, you'll need to be able to keep up. I might want to go for round two."
He teases that, but Dorian is wrung out at the moment.
"I'll just slap you around a few times," he says, wringing out a flannel and cleaning Dorian first, then himself. He's tender and careful with him, less so with himself, and when he's finished he lies beside Dorian and gathers him in his arms.
Dorian happily takes the opportunity to cuddle up next to Francis. He enjoys the closeness and the feeling of just being near the man. It's nice. He can get used to it.
"You know how to treat me well," he laughs. "I like it."
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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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Date: 2022-05-30 02:28 pm (UTC)When he feels every muscle in his body begin to tighten like a string being pulled taut, he presses down hard on Dorian's windpipe. "Can you come like this?"
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Date: 2022-05-30 09:51 pm (UTC)"May I?"
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Date: 2022-05-31 12:24 am (UTC)Sorry, Frank! Can't really wait right now!
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Date: 2022-05-31 01:12 am (UTC)He'll hold on for another second or two, making sure Dorian's absolutely wrung out, before he pulls his hands away and kisses him dearly.
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Date: 2022-05-31 03:02 am (UTC)"You were fucking exquisite. Treat me like that once every few week and I'll be eating out of your hand."
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Date: 2022-05-31 01:22 pm (UTC)"If you're going to fuck an energetic thing like myself, you'll need to be able to keep up. I might want to go for round two."
He teases that, but Dorian is wrung out at the moment.
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Date: 2022-05-31 01:49 pm (UTC)"That should suffice."
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Date: 2022-05-31 03:32 pm (UTC)"You know how to treat me well," he laughs. "I like it."
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