[ larus feels himself still for a moment, the fan of dorian's breath against his throat stirring something difficult in his chest, but it passes just as quickly, one of his hands sliding free to come up and push through dorian's hair. with the deepness of that kiss, he can taste coffee and something sweeter on the other man's tongue, and for several long seconds, larus savors it for what it is. a connection, another reminder that he's with someone who's beginning to understand him. a little.
he gently grips at the curl of dark hair, nudging their noses together. ]
You don't have to try so hard.
[ a hint, soft as it is before he arches up just enough to press into him. whatever dorian might want, larus will give, and it's not as if his mind isn't elsewhere already anyway. ]
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he gently grips at the curl of dark hair, nudging their noses together. ]
You don't have to try so hard.
[ a hint, soft as it is before he arches up just enough to press into him. whatever dorian might want, larus will give, and it's not as if his mind isn't elsewhere already anyway. ]