[ There'll be time for that, for clawing at the sheets and mussing him up proper. He can say with certainty that he's missed this, the way Dorian cocks his head and parts his lips, the weight of him settled against him. Sweet? No. This is heady, dry and tart like the taste of his mouth, and those exploratory touches earn the first of those low growls of approval.
Before his hands slip low to the that sash of bright metallic fabric around his waist. ]
Guessing you like these clothes a little better than last time.
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Before his hands slip low to the that sash of bright metallic fabric around his waist. ]
Guessing you like these clothes a little better than last time.