[ It's quite abrupt when he snares Dorian's wrist, pinning into the pillows above his head. That sharp smile returns, one eyebrow crooking. ]
Oh, no. That? Is for me.
[ The bottle of oil is still nearby, thankfully, and a good thing too. Dorian's patience is starting to slip, and his, not doing much better. But it means pulling those fingers out of him, feeling the way his body still clings to them as they slip free...
The sound of leather slipping free is obvious enough, as is the heavy 'thump' over the side that follows. ]
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Oh, no. That? Is for me.
[ The bottle of oil is still nearby, thankfully, and a good thing too. Dorian's patience is starting to slip, and his, not doing much better. But it means pulling those fingers out of him, feeling the way his body still clings to them as they slip free...
The sound of leather slipping free is obvious enough, as is the heavy 'thump' over the side that follows. ]