[ there's something more there that needs questioned, but larus follows what dorian says, holding onto him until he urges them to leave.
then, they go.
as surprising as it should be, they're not given many looks as they navigate their way to the elevators and wait for them to descend so they can return to the up. a minute or two, luckily, and despite the early hour, there's no one loitering inside with them. probably a good thing considering how much blood they're covered in, larus subconsciously pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth like it will stop him from thinking about dorian in his mouth and down his throat. they're also close, crowded together, and he can smell him —
larus leans against him for a brief moment, his free hand lifting to touch dorian's jaw. a reminder, a need for contact that doesn't come with what he'd just done to him in some back alley room. he'll have time to say more later, pulling away and taking up his hold once more as they're finally somewhere safe. or safer, rather.
the walk to the building is shorter than it should be given their current condition, and the second elevator ride just as quick. once they're outside dorian's door, larus grimaces at the sight of them reflected in polished surfaces. it's not a good look on anyone, hoping to keep the smears to a minimum as soon as they get inside.
and when they are, his voice is unusually soft. ] I'm sorry.
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then, they go.
as surprising as it should be, they're not given many looks as they navigate their way to the elevators and wait for them to descend so they can return to the up. a minute or two, luckily, and despite the early hour, there's no one loitering inside with them. probably a good thing considering how much blood they're covered in, larus subconsciously pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth like it will stop him from thinking about dorian in his mouth and down his throat. they're also close, crowded together, and he can smell him —
larus leans against him for a brief moment, his free hand lifting to touch dorian's jaw. a reminder, a need for contact that doesn't come with what he'd just done to him in some back alley room. he'll have time to say more later, pulling away and taking up his hold once more as they're finally somewhere safe. or safer, rather.
the walk to the building is shorter than it should be given their current condition, and the second elevator ride just as quick. once they're outside dorian's door, larus grimaces at the sight of them reflected in polished surfaces. it's not a good look on anyone, hoping to keep the smears to a minimum as soon as they get inside.
and when they are, his voice is unusually soft. ] I'm sorry.