[ Oh, that is a fucking hot image. And hearing it come rolling off of Dorian's own lips, easy as anything, makes it even hotter. There's a deep noise of approval at that before he tips his head into Dorian's touch, taking his mouth with a renewed hunger.
The point, of course, is that Dorian can continue to hide whatever goes on between them. But not out of shame. This is privacy, this is respect, and that desire for him won't flag between. If anything, he's harder still, while Dorian grinds against him and his own fingers run the length of his cock, thumb pressing beneath the head of his cock and running slow, firm circles about the tip. ]
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The point, of course, is that Dorian can continue to hide whatever goes on between them. But not out of shame. This is privacy, this is respect, and that desire for him won't flag between. If anything, he's harder still, while Dorian grinds against him and his own fingers run the length of his cock, thumb pressing beneath the head of his cock and running slow, firm circles about the tip. ]