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Dorian Gray (The Confessions of Dorian Gray) ([personal profile] mayfairmonster) wrote2030-02-11 08:43 pm
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"If you don’t know who this is, hang up now. If you do [A long-suffering sigh] why not leave a message?"


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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-07 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a quiet offering for more, and without weighing on it too heavily, he concedes. But he still does it on his own time, tilting his head just enough to press his mouth against the column of Dorian's throat. His pulse, a promise to keep it safe. And then, no longer hesitating, Larus moves.

He tugs his shirt over his head so that it joins Dorian's on the floor, opening his pants to help in any way that he can before he rolls over. It's the sort of connection he'd wanted the first time, lifting his hips just enough to push the material down to his thighs and bare himself to the other man. In that moment, he desires the warmth of him everywhere—behind him, around him, inside him. Larus feels it down to the marrow, lips pressing together with the anticipation of it as he settles into that all too familiar feeling until he's compelled to say something. ]


Please.

[ Said softly, politely. Not so much begging as it is accepting, though there's a slight edge to it that he knows Dorian would appreciate. He's not in the habit of asking, so he won't, but the amount of trust that he offers him is explicit and visceral, enough that he knows it'll eventually tear him apart all on its own. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-08 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Being left alone as he partially rests on his hands and knees on the couch feels oddly vulnerable. Exposed, maybe. But it's not as if Larus is shy about any of this, finding it a far more pointless quality in himself than others, and he presses back into the touch when he senses Dorian's return, dropping his head slightly to focus on the feel of his fingers. ]

Dorian –

[ The sound gets stuck in his throat, swallowing around it as Dorian stretches him. It's somewhere in the middle of it that Larus realizes the things he'd said had been a request, fingers curling against the cushion beneath him as he arches into the warmth behind him. ] Please. [ Still soft, not quite begging because he knows they both want this. ]

I can take it, [ he says after another few seconds, edging his knees apart to give them both more room. ] Just do it.

[ Because the lack of prep isn't going to hurt him that much, and really, all Larus wants is Dorian so close he can practically taste him, head filled with the ricochet of his heartbeat and relaxed enough beneath him he won't fight it. He isn't sure that he ever will. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He likes the sound of his voice, he decides, in that moment. His accent, the sincerity of those words carving a place in his heart as he slides into him and settles. It's genuine, then. All of it, every moment they've shared and the ones Larus has yet to count. He can suffer at the hands of this city and whatever it does to him, but as long as he has this tucked safely away, it doesn't matter. He'll survive it, like he always does. It will become their new normal, no longer dancing around some unspoken thing they haven't addressed or given a name too.

It still has no name, but they're closer to it than before. That's enough.

Larus doesn't fight it when Dorian thrusts into him. He relaxes, doesn't make a sound as he pushes so deep that it's almost what he wants—to have him crawl so far inside him there's no ending or beginning to either of them. To share the same heartbeat, to share whatever else remains of himself that could be called human. It's an overwhelming impression that he makes an effort to bury as he leans into the hard rhythm that Dorian sets for them both. Good. He wants to feel it, wants to feel him, and it erases every other thought in his head as he rocks back against him each time they come together.

The pleasure is already sharp, but he doesn't reach down to touch himself, squeezing his eyes shut to center on everything about the man behind him. How he'd give him whatever he wanted, dangerous knowledge in the scheme of it all. But for now, this is all that he has to offer, and Larus urges him into a faster pace, needing nothing else and wanting no one else but him. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's almost too much too quickly. The intimacy of it, really, because he can feel Dorian so utterly close, but even then, some part of him still says it isn't close enough.

Larus moves with him effortlessly, hardly caring what position they're in as long as it doesn't end. The warmth, that heartbeat. The physical things that he's come to associate with Dorian, what he craves to take when he experiences a moment of weakness or something that requires him to rebuild his defenses. It's safety in the familiarity, arching into the rock of their hips. One of his hands reaches out to brace against the back of the couch to steady them, and the other slips behind to touch any part of him. His hip, his thigh. His fingers dig in, anchoring him there, and the hand around his cock draws a surprised, quiet sound of him. ]


Dorian. [ The shiver that rolls through him is sharp. ] I need –

[ He doesn't know, isn't sure. Larus could ask him to bite him again or stroke him harder. Maybe fuck him until they both lose their balance, but it still isn't going to be enough. This thing between them won't ever be, no matter how long it goes without a name, and he drops his hand away from the back of the sofa, pressing it against the one settled at his throat. To feel him, to feel the life of the man holding him close.

It doesn't last much longer than that, leaning into Dorian as his own hips stutter. A few minutes at most, falling into everything that's happened between them in the last few weeks, the last few hours, and Larus goes rigid the moment he comes, Dorian's name on the tip of his tongue. His fingers dig into Dorian's hand, clutching at him and holding on like he has nothing left to keep him afloat. ]
aspirers: (pouting)

text;

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-10 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[In lieu of absolutely nothing and on a random Tuesday evening:]

What is edging?
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[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-10 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait. People want to be tortured?

[Although seemingly it’s because it’s supposed to feel good.]

Is it worth it? Or I suppose it’s a preference thing.
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[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-11 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose for really special occasions like Christmas it would be enjoyable. If the orgasm paid off.

In the context of what I’m reading
[Because yes, it was a book.] does one do it to one’s own self? Since the point is clearly to heighten the orgasm. A partner isn’t exactly necessary, but probably a much better experience than what was mentioned.

[And not that he asked, but she’s thinking through it all.] I would probably prefer that.
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[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Eloise’s intent in messaging him wasn’t for a demonstration initially. She simply felt he was both someone she is comfortable asking, and she knew he would know the answer. He seems to be someone who knows answers to things.

But now the offer is there, and the thought is there, and really the next time she touches herself she’s only going to be thinking of him doing it. And well that just means the thought is already in her head.]


I.
Am.
Curious.


[Each word comes on its own message like slow steps into a pool she is unsure of, but still wading into.

Be bold, Eloise.

It’s something at least. Something he can’t say she’s not doing or shying away from. She’s having this conversation. She’s messaged him. She’s interested.]
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action;

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-12 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She stares at the dots on the screen as he's typing, like she's not even sure if this is real. Eloise has been on a very precise sexual awakening here, and Dorian has already affected it in some way. Though before now it has been from almost the point of friend and confidant which is why she's turned to him in the first place.

But it's not as if there hasn't been interest there since the first time they met, since he first brushed away her curls, and for that one brief moment the city stopped. She's felt that sort of attraction before, and maybe she was still dancing around this flirtation with Dorian because of that, but when her device dings his response, there isn't hesitation.

She pushes herself off her couch. Eloise forces herself to not overthink this, to just go to his rooms. Her dress is far more simple, and maybe she would have changed to something a little more poignant, but then she also supposes he's never really cared what she wears, and the point is to not be dressed. Taking the elevator, it doesn't take long until she's standing in front of his door. Centering herself for just a moment, she eventually leans in and knocks.]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-12 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's nearing on four in the morning when Larus stumbles into the suite.

As quiet as he could be, that isn't exactly the case now as he fumbles with slipping out of his jacket and pulling off his shoes. He manages it after two attempts, catching himself on the edge of the sofa surprisingly gently, and he glances around the main room for a moment – when in reality, it's at least several minutes – until his gaze settles on the hallway. There's plenty to be distracted by—the decor, the pointless little things Dorian's keen on collecting. He even stops to admire a few of them before making his way towards the singular and most important thing on his mind: the man of the hour.

Dorian. As equally wonderful as he could be overbearing at times. So warm and safe.

His. Maybe. In some ways.

There are too many conflicting emotions in the span of the seconds it takes him to ease the door open and wander inside.

Larus only focuses on the positives for that reason anyhow, far more hungry for physical affection than he can ever remember. It's intense, bleeding over and making everything he does clumsy and slow. The darkness doesn't hinder him much at least; if he hadn't been able to see, he would have just followed the sound of his heartbeat right to the bed. His knee hits the mattress, and he crawls.

—nearly misplaces his hand and faceplants against Dorian's shoulder.

But he catches himself and completely ignores slipping under the blankets in favor of plastering his entire body to Dorian's form as he sleeps on his back. It's a good position to cling to him, fingers already in his dark hair and nose nudging at his cheek before his lips follow. In the back of his mind, as he nuzzles him, Larus really hopes that he doesn't reek too much like the blood he's had and glad there just isn't any on his clothes this time. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-12 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels him slowly slipping awake, naturally, and it's exactly what he wants. ]

Shh. [ There's a soft kiss pressed against his mouth. ] I just wanted to be close to you.

[ It might have been something he normally would have admitted after hours of countless (and quiet) theatrics, but the words fall free easily, shifting only slightly to grab the edge of the blanket in an attempt to pull it down. He's in the way, of course, and that seems to confuse him somehow, sitting up so he's straddling Dorian and looking down at him. Larus pushes his fingers through his hair like it'll stop it from sliding back into place when he leans over him.

Dorian's exceedingly warm from having been asleep, soaking it up despite the fact he already feels a bit overheated. Probably the blood, though he doesn't stop to consider that when he's overtaken by the urge to kiss him again. This time, he starts with the bridge of his nose, lips soft as they travel up between his eyes and then along the ridge of his brow. ]


You can go back to sleep. [ Don't mind him. He'll just stay right there. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-12 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Larus thinks about that for a moment, pausing in his exploration of warm skin. ]

Blood, [ he says in a whisper, gently knocking his forehead against Dorian's as he hums a little to himself. ] I'm full.

[ Which makes him stronger, more alive. If there was light in the room, his skin might even have an almost flushed tone to it—the aftermath of consuming too much blood too quickly. His body will process it as it always does, but for now, it's affecting him on a completely different level. He feels light and comfortable, in need of affection until he's satisfied himself.

He kisses him again, fingers tracing over the curves of Dorian's shoulders and swirling towards his chest. His pulse is so loud right now. It almost echoes through him. ]


I like touching you.
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[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though she has tried to calm her nerves, she cannot help the way her heartbeat rises when he answers the door and greets her. It's so much less awkward than she feels, but despite being confident with who she is and with what little experience she has accumulated in the city, she still does not completely feel like she has her footing.

But on the other hand Dorian's demeanor is natural, and the kiss to her cheek somehow settles her, like falling into some sort of familiar social etiquette is almost normal. Eloise takes a breath and smiles back at him.]


Ah, well it is getting warm out now. [She closes her eyes to mentally chastise herself. Why is she talking about the weather? She hates small talk.

Barely looking around, she lifts her head at the question.]
No, I am fine.

--Wait. [And then it's like the weight of her nerves on how much she likes him, on how much she wants this, hits her. She puts her hands out to gesture, changing her mind.]

Something strong. Please. [Not forgetting her manners, she is not picky on what it is.]
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