[The combination of those words (his own admission of caring being met with curiosity -an analytical and unromantic impulse- and nothing else) and that emotionless expression is catnip. Inspired, Dorian leans in to lay himself into Larus' touch and against the length of the other man's body, pressing velvet kisses steadily up the length of the vampire's throat. When he gets there, he'll nip lightly at the hard line of his jaw.]
I can get even more interesting, [he decides, smile tugging wider.] And lucky us, you still have hours before you can go anywhere.
[Arms are in the way of him doing anything to Larus' shirt, but he can still shift his hips to slot them between the vampire's legs, pressing their lips together in a deeper kiss than any of those previously shared.]
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I can get even more interesting, [he decides, smile tugging wider.] And lucky us, you still have hours before you can go anywhere.
[Arms are in the way of him doing anything to Larus' shirt, but he can still shift his hips to slot them between the vampire's legs, pressing their lips together in a deeper kiss than any of those previously shared.]