[ That little hitch of breath can be felt under the heavy weight of his palm, which doesn't move. He has every intention of keeping it there, fingers stroking against those darkened bruises at Dorian's throat like the delicate strings of a lute.
The resulting noise is much more to his liking.
A deep exhale leaves his shoulders lax, even as Dorian's fingers dig in for purchase. Hardly a deterrent when he lets his weight fall back, rocking onto his knees before rolling forward in a sharp thrust, not at all slow or testing or teasing. There are no questions for Dorian now, nothing to think on or focus on but this.
no subject
The resulting noise is much more to his liking.
A deep exhale leaves his shoulders lax, even as Dorian's fingers dig in for purchase. Hardly a deterrent when he lets his weight fall back, rocking onto his knees before rolling forward in a sharp thrust, not at all slow or testing or teasing. There are no questions for Dorian now, nothing to think on or focus on but this.
He deserves to unwind, after all. ]