[ It's not uncertainty he sees in his eyes, but thoughtfulness. Consideration. He's really thinking about it instead of giving a throw-away answer, which means this isn't just a throw-away encounter. Not that they've given that impression before, but...
He knows Dorian has hang-ups about this sort of thing. And the answer, if anything, proves that maybe there's a chance at something real here. Provided he's ever comfortable with that idea.
He...isn't sure what to think of that himself, really. It's not an easy thing to keep his mind on with those elegant fingers working him over, first through his pants and then tugging him out into the open, warm and firm. There's a flare of heat behind his eye, a deep inhale, before hands shift downward to catch on the edge of his smalls.
These? Can go now. ]
Like it when I leave my mark on you? Leave you a little dirty?
[ His voice is a quiet rumble, still close enough to snare his mouth with another sharp-edged kiss. ]
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He knows Dorian has hang-ups about this sort of thing. And the answer, if anything, proves that maybe there's a chance at something real here. Provided he's ever comfortable with that idea.
He...isn't sure what to think of that himself, really. It's not an easy thing to keep his mind on with those elegant fingers working him over, first through his pants and then tugging him out into the open, warm and firm. There's a flare of heat behind his eye, a deep inhale, before hands shift downward to catch on the edge of his smalls.
These? Can go now. ]
Like it when I leave my mark on you? Leave you a little dirty?
[ His voice is a quiet rumble, still close enough to snare his mouth with another sharp-edged kiss. ]