[The hold on him is looser now, and it's a returning of the control he lost so quickly in the midst of all this. His emotions and heart rate are still a battering gale inside him, certainly not helped by the vitae's pressing hold, but everything settles somewhat as he's given the ability to search out his composure. Dorian breathes out, shoulders relaxing, some of his usual swaggering confidence settling back into place-- halfway. He's shaken, and that's going to linger.
Rather than bat Larus' hands off him the way he had earlier, if the gesture is allowed without pursuit, Dorian takes them off him more gently. It hits him again how close they are as he does. That gentle pressing of lips against his face. It's a little thing, and yet it feels thousands of times more intimate, more vital, than the first time they'd had sex.]
I'm leaving, [he announces. His tone is one of an enforced unaffectedness that's closer to the way he usually speaks, but it's only somewhat successful.] I'll be back... sometime later.
[He doesn't know when, which is why he falters in the offering of anything definite. But he just needs all of this to settle some before he dives back in again.]
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Rather than bat Larus' hands off him the way he had earlier, if the gesture is allowed without pursuit, Dorian takes them off him more gently. It hits him again how close they are as he does. That gentle pressing of lips against his face. It's a little thing, and yet it feels thousands of times more intimate, more vital, than the first time they'd had sex.]
I'm leaving, [he announces. His tone is one of an enforced unaffectedness that's closer to the way he usually speaks, but it's only somewhat successful.] I'll be back... sometime later.
[He doesn't know when, which is why he falters in the offering of anything definite. But he just needs all of this to settle some before he dives back in again.]