[ Laces come loose in his fingers by the time teeth are scraping along sensitive skin, and Dorian lets out a reflexive hiss. ]
I'm getting that about you.
[ The less clothing he has and the more his nerves spark under touch and the more blood drains groinwards, the more his own inhibitions (the ones he might claim he doesn't have, just manners) crumble. He grips a horn roughly, above where it curves, the dull feeling of a distant squeeze and the slight pressure of indirect wrangling. ]
And I have every intention of leaving [ he says, tone velvety, huskier ] with vivid recollection. I want to feel this tomorrow.
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I'm getting that about you.
[ The less clothing he has and the more his nerves spark under touch and the more blood drains groinwards, the more his own inhibitions (the ones he might claim he doesn't have, just manners) crumble. He grips a horn roughly, above where it curves, the dull feeling of a distant squeeze and the slight pressure of indirect wrangling. ]
And I have every intention of leaving [ he says, tone velvety, huskier ] with vivid recollection. I want to feel this tomorrow.