[ He lets it play right off, as Dorian no doubt hopes. It's safer that way, to give the words no weight at all. But that flippancy is somewhat belied by the tender way his fingers sweep up and along Dorian's spine, or the way he nuzzles down into his now thoroughly mussed hair.
They're so screwed. He knows it. Knows this is going to lead to hard choices later on. It's not that he's having sex with Dorian that's the problem, oh no.
This, what's happening right now, heavy in his ribs, is a conscious choice, not a play for his cover or an excuse to endear himself. He wants this.
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[ He lets it play right off, as Dorian no doubt hopes. It's safer that way, to give the words no weight at all. But that flippancy is somewhat belied by the tender way his fingers sweep up and along Dorian's spine, or the way he nuzzles down into his now thoroughly mussed hair.
They're so screwed. He knows it. Knows this is going to lead to hard choices later on. It's not that he's having sex with Dorian that's the problem, oh no.
This, what's happening right now, heavy in his ribs, is a conscious choice, not a play for his cover or an excuse to endear himself. He wants this.
Might be easier, otherwise. ]