[His tongue is trailing hotly along the edge of the inside of a chill mouth, when he feels Larus spread himself out for him. Open up to him. Yes, this is what he wants, and something that's necessary right now. Dorian accepts the invitation as offered without words, and better fits their hips together as he presses himself into the space that's been made. If he sits up slightly, puts any distance between them, it's only to start the process of getting the long line of buttons trailing down the length of his torso undone.]
Turn over. [It's more suggestion then command, coming off the tail end of the conversation they'd just been having. Dorian pulls at the fabric of his own shirt, shrugging his way out of it, discarding it onto the floor without a second thought.] It'll be easier that way on the couch.
[Because they're certainly not going anywhere if he can help it, and he also wants Larus to give himself up to him in this way. So he can watch the way the muscles of his back flex in the midst of pleasure. So he can grip at his hair and make him arch gorgeously for him when the throes of ecstasy hit.]
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Turn over. [It's more suggestion then command, coming off the tail end of the conversation they'd just been having. Dorian pulls at the fabric of his own shirt, shrugging his way out of it, discarding it onto the floor without a second thought.] It'll be easier that way on the couch.
[Because they're certainly not going anywhere if he can help it, and he also wants Larus to give himself up to him in this way. So he can watch the way the muscles of his back flex in the midst of pleasure. So he can grip at his hair and make him arch gorgeously for him when the throes of ecstasy hit.]