[ He can paint the image for himself but it seems a poor waste of imagination to do so. He'd much rather focus on the now, for the time being. The molten silver of Dorian's eyes as his dark lashes lower, the muted gleam of candlelight on his bronzed skin and thinking of a far better use for some of that wine already.
When those sparks skate under his thick skin, a hum along his nerve endings, he rumbles low in approval, eyebrow cocking higher. ]
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[ He can paint the image for himself but it seems a poor waste of imagination to do so. He'd much rather focus on the now, for the time being. The molten silver of Dorian's eyes as his dark lashes lower, the muted gleam of candlelight on his bronzed skin and thinking of a far better use for some of that wine already.
When those sparks skate under his thick skin, a hum along his nerve endings, he rumbles low in approval, eyebrow cocking higher. ]
Oooh. That how it's gonna be?
[ That's not disapproval, no. ]