[ Those hang-ups are still there, little hitches that might smooth over time. Might not. He's willing to find out, given time. ]
Nah. You're put together pretty, sure, but you're strong. Like silverite wrapped in silk.
[ His voice rumbles against Dorian's skin as he nuzzles upwards, inhaling the scent of musk and oil and sweat, before his tongue darts out for a taste. One of these days he'd lay him out flat on the sheets, get his tongue into him and really watch him keen and squirm. ]
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Nah. You're put together pretty, sure, but you're strong. Like silverite wrapped in silk.
[ His voice rumbles against Dorian's skin as he nuzzles upwards, inhaling the scent of musk and oil and sweat, before his tongue darts out for a taste. One of these days he'd lay him out flat on the sheets, get his tongue into him and really watch him keen and squirm. ]