That means taking up the pace, letting Dorian wrap his legs around him and pounding into him at a near-relentless pace. It's almost satisfying that urge of his to just pin his legs back and fuck, to take him in earnest and toss the game aside.
Instead, when that pressure starts to wind up, when he feels Dorian's legs start to tremble, he eases back. Those thrusts come slower, longer. He lets himself feel the friction of muscle pulling tight around him and yielding, over and over again.
He catches Dorian's lower lip in his teeth, grins against his jaw, and renews that reddened patch against his throat, just in case the mage didn't have enough to squirm over. ]
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That means taking up the pace, letting Dorian wrap his legs around him and pounding into him at a near-relentless pace. It's almost satisfying that urge of his to just pin his legs back and fuck, to take him in earnest and toss the game aside.
Instead, when that pressure starts to wind up, when he feels Dorian's legs start to tremble, he eases back. Those thrusts come slower, longer. He lets himself feel the friction of muscle pulling tight around him and yielding, over and over again.
He catches Dorian's lower lip in his teeth, grins against his jaw, and renews that reddened patch against his throat, just in case the mage didn't have enough to squirm over. ]