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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 2022-05-13 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Later, he might not be too happy about the things that spiraled from his weakness of having just the smallest taste. As always, he'd caved a little to his hunger, and now, he's here on top of Dorian and practically begging him for more than the occasional cuddle he'll crawl into bed to take.

This is different. Every sense that he has seems heightened further, breathing in the scent of him as he turns his face and presses it into the softness of his hair. Larus pauses there for a moment, hovering until the urge to kiss him elsewhere overtakes him, and then, he descends upon his cheek, his jaw, his chin. He maps out every inch of him like he's never touched or tasted any part of him before, excited by the possibility of stripping him slowly out of his clothes and finding places that Dorian might enjoy more attention on than others.

His fingers slip under his shirt, a smile present as he nudges their noses together. ]


To anything I want? [ He poses the question softly, fingers tracing over the shape of his ribs and upwards in the direction of his chest. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-14 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He might have disagreed strongly with such a name if he hadn't been so drunk on the blood washing through him. It makes it so much easier to be susceptible to the idea that this is good, that he doesn't have to overthink every little detail between them. He's not conscious of the contract that they have together, how they're intertwined because of this place and the necessity of it. They can just be them—Larus and Dorian, two people with a fondness for one another.

And Larus is fond of him in his own way, protective behind the scenes because he knows Dorian doesn't consider certain things the way Larus does. It seems a good give and take of their relationship so far since he doesn't mind it. Like the way he doesn't mind losing his shirt or repeating those touches that draw any sort of reaction out of him that he wants.

Speaking of — ]


I want you.

[ He doesn't specify or elaborate in what he means. It's just that; he wants him. And he punctuates it with a kiss, one that he sinks into and deepens, sucking slowly at his tongue and seeking more contact but content to give it when he draws away and slowly traces down the length of his throat with his lips. Gentle and soft, nuzzling into him with even more affection. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not really a nudge so much as permission.

Had he actually needed that? They've been together long enough that it doesn't occur to Larus, but right now, his brain addled with too much blood in his system, there's no point overthinking when Dorian speaks. A soft hum leaves him, turning his face into the hand at the side of his face to catch his thumb with his teeth. A gentle nip, and he follows it with a softer kiss before turning his full attention back to the man beneath him.

He stays quiet, pushing up his shirt this time to expose more of his skin to him. Larus finds those places that had been sensitive with ease, using his mouth and his tongue to trace over them, and when he's satisfied with that, he moves on to taste other parts of him simply because he can. Over his ribs, along his chest, down the center of his abdomen. He nuzzles his navel, cheek brushing against his belly. For a moment, all he does is rest there, and then, he gives a gentle nip to his side as he tugs at his pants.

There's intent to explore him all the way to his feet and back up again, taking his time and clearly patient with stripping Dorian so that he's only wearing his shirt. He resumes his exploration after that, stroking his thumb along the length of his thigh as he subconsciously follows the steady beating of his heart in that particularly delicious artery, and without a word, he traces it with his mouth, purposely ignoring touching him between his legs.

He's taking his time. He wants both of them to enjoy this. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It feels good to go slow, to ease into something still new and as equally vulnerable as they are. He's not overthinking as his tongue slides over skin, licking at those equally tender places. He's not overthinking as Dorian's vocal about the spots he continues to revisit for that very reason, the sweetness of it pulling at something deeper inside of Larus that isn't awash with the haze of being fed and satisfied.

He's not suffered through the heartbreak of countless years, but he understands the loneliness that comes from it. Different circumstances that shape the way they are, and yet, somehow, they've still come to find one another like this. It's a fondness he can really no longer deny, slipping down to kiss the inside of Dorian's knee as he bends his leg to make more room for himself to follow the softness of his thigh to the top. He repeats it on the other side, fingers stroking down a calf and up again until he's satisfied with all the places he's discovered.

Then, just as carefully, without giving him the relief of his hand (or mouth) at his cock, Larus treks his way up to his face. The kiss he gives him is deep, sucking at his tongue and gently ending it with a soft bite to his lower lip. ]


I want to touch you like that again.

[ Murmured against his cheek, and if Dorian doesn't stop him, he's going to continue until they're both absolutely crazy from it and someone caves for something more. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is that such a terrible thing? He wonders even as he arches into the pressure of Dorian's nails across his skin, eager for more but currently far more interested in pleasing him in a way he'd never relent to normally. Another slow kiss, and Larus hums into his mouth. ]

Since you asked, [ he breathes, taking another kiss before slipping down between his legs.

He uses his lips and his tongue to taste him, licking over the tip of his cock to take Dorian down without any hesitation. There's no hurry to it, but he doesn't tease him as he'd done before, pushing until he feels him in his throat. The need to breathe isn't there so it's not that difficult for him to keep him there, waiting just a second to adjust to the sensation of it before he moves. It's a steady rhythm, swallowing him deep each time, and his fingers dig gently into the flesh of Dorian's thighs, dragging to the sides to hold his hips.

If he chose, he could come like this, and there wouldn't be a single complaint about it from Larus, caressing a hipbone with his thumb as he lifts his head and then sinks down. As he keeps everything steady and unhurried, like there's nothing else but this and them and the way Dorian feels beneath him. ]
aspirers: (hesitating)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-15 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [When he hands her the glass, she takes a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a hefty drink of it. Despite the subtle burn down her throat, she lets herself try and arrange the words she wants to say.]

No, I know. It isn’t that. [Eloise uses words in a precise and exact manner, so to not be well educated in a subject makes her a little more flustered than normal.

She stops and turns in toward him, one hand out as she talks.]


It is that I think of you. I mean that I think highly of you and your opinion. And I do not often care of others opinions, but I find myself thinking and wondering on what you would think of things. [That is a very ill executed way of saying she likes him. Which only makes her more nervous.]

I came to the city with no knowledge on the subject and even less experience. I have gained some in both, but no—- I have not fully committed myself to it, yet.

[After all it is kind of a lot to go from literally nothing to being dropped in a city so determined on it. Though he knows enough about her now to know that she gets herself so close to something before stopping, but in the cases of the others she has been with, it is just missing something enough for her to want to go all the way. Though she has been content with exploring and learning what she has.]

You know enough about me now that I do not like not knowing something.
aspirers: (contenting)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-15 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[When he confirms that he likes her as well, there’s is almost a relief that comes over her. It’s not that she doubted whether he did or not, but it is hard to feel anything else about a person if one does not know how they feel. She looks a little more contented when he touches her cheek gently.]

I am sorry. I know this must seem so silly compared to all this city offers and how learned some people must be.

[She’s even more touched by his compliments and on instinct she places a hand on his leg without thinking. By nature she is a physically affectionate person. He seems to get her more than any here, and she really is grateful for it.]

It is not that I am not wanting. [In all of the definitions of the word. And of him in particular.] I also do not wish to overwhelm myself too quickly either. It has been a lot to come here with nothing and to have to learn so much. Not just about this subject matter either. And I do want to—- do things, with you in particular. I am glad we are of the same mind then. I would hate for you to think any less of me over something I truly could not have helped before coming here. Or that something may change between us.

[Having no interest in men save one that she could not have with the added bonus of a very sexist society that did not educate its ladies on such things meant she was certainly on a learning curve in the city, and she was interested and trying things. After all it is what has lead her to this moment.

And Eloise is not expecting love or any grand romantic gestures. She is not Daphne. She would rather someone exercise her mind, engage in her fully. While Bridgertons have the supposed misfortune and burden to marry for love in this city all Eloise really wanted was to gain a closeness or a deep friendship, but she hates the very feeling that she is so unknowing on so many subjects that make her come across as possibly ignorant or uneducated. It is the worst feeling for her. And for someone like him to think anything like that of her would be the greatest insult.]
aspirers: (enhancing)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-26 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He somehow has been a fixture for her life in the city, grounding her and guiding her when she needed it. Maybe it was because he was the first person who seemed to really understand her and where she was coming from. His words gave a sort of reassurance she had never gotten before, and Eloise gives him a sheepish smile. She does have a habit of jumping into things before really thinking things through just for the chance to understand or learn something.

And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]


I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]

But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]
aspirers: (gracing)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-26 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eloise has never fallen all over a man before. When she likes someone it is subtle and more that she falls all over her words, her feelings getting jumbled, and it takes actual effort to pull apart the emotions so she can process them. Admittedly she does not have a lot of experience actually liking someone, but it holds true for Dorian as it did for Theo.

Eloise is far too rational to ever just throw herself at someone as it was. Instead she takes this as she takes everything else she is interested in. It is all eagerness and a readiness, and the little smirk she gives him when he agrees to 'catch her up' speaks for itself. She holds that look in his eyes as she leans forward to kiss him back. There is nothing quite like a first kiss, she thinks, but this is more wanting, more ready than just admitting interest between one another.

Leaning into it, one hand moves to his arm. She wants to keep that connection between them, to make it more physical, though certainly the emotional connection has been there since the first time they spoke.]
aspirers: (longing)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-05-31 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[What Eloise lacks in experience, she makes up for in at least eagerness and understanding. It is only a working theory sort of understanding, but she has been biding her time, learning and reading what she can. Some of it may not be accurate, and she may fumble a bit, but that does not mean she is not at least somewhat prepared for this.

So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
aspirers: (delighting)

[personal profile] aspirers 2022-06-07 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he's looking for any signs of her enjoyment, they are nearly all there, the heavy breathing, the soft little noises she makes when his mouth skirts right over that spot on her neck below her ear, the way she leans into him. For as much as he's exploring her, she touches him just as much. Her hands seek out his warmth, and her mind is already racing for what is under them.

When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]
winstre: (Laughing?)

Now in the right GD place!! voice; un: frost forward dated 7/10

[personal profile] winstre 2022-07-06 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you believe it was someone doing me a favor?

[He's referencing the unanswered question to the post of his immolation, although that might not be immediately clear as out of the blue as the message seems to be.]
winstre: (Gonna fake you)

[personal profile] winstre 2022-07-06 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
For the first week, I was a captive of Chris Sonom and Jon Sims. They're not very good at it, but it was intriguing enough to stay until my memories returned. Then I was in Insincerity with the rest of the city and my device all but useless.

[There's a familiar rusty chuckle.]

When I first met someone of inconceivable power, I expressed a curiosity about death in this place and chose a few key words...poorly. He took it upon himself to give me the gift as he'd perceived I'd requested it.

It's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. There was a certain...innocent purity to it. And it wasn't without cost to him.

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