[ There's a small grunt as Dorian grinds all too purposefully, one hand cupping against his ass and squeezing in retaliation, dragging him in closer. ]
Still true.
[ Though there's something that stirs when Dorian looks at him, really looks at him, and doesn't shy away. Dangerous. Gets him thinking what else he could share, how much it would take for him to turn away. He doesn't really want the answer to that. Hopefully, they never find out.
This time it's his hips that lift, his hands that tug, pressing them together until slick silk moving against silk isn't nearly enough to ignore the way he's already half-hard for him. Already deciding just what he plans on doing once he gets Dorian out of the rest of his clothes.
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[ There's a small grunt as Dorian grinds all too purposefully, one hand cupping against his ass and squeezing in retaliation, dragging him in closer. ]
Still true.
[ Though there's something that stirs when Dorian looks at him, really looks at him, and doesn't shy away. Dangerous. Gets him thinking what else he could share, how much it would take for him to turn away. He doesn't really want the answer to that. Hopefully, they never find out.
This time it's his hips that lift, his hands that tug, pressing them together until slick silk moving against silk isn't nearly enough to ignore the way he's already half-hard for him. Already deciding just what he plans on doing once he gets Dorian out of the rest of his clothes.
Maybe even before. ]