[Dorian lays a single appreciative touch on the other man's back once he's turned over, and then parts from Larus briefly to shift off the couch and find his feet. He's gone for a moment, and when he returns it's with whatever lubricant he'd been able to find first. Replacing it seems to (of course) be part of the maid service that passes through the different rooms in the tower every so often. Right now, Dorian couldn't care less what kind it is or where it's from, simply that it's there in a moment where they need it.
He joins Larus on the couch again, shifting comfortably onto his knees, one hand working at the fastening of his pants. A grip at Larus' hip pulls him closer, and against the warm, and stiffing ridge of his cock. Dorian exhales softly at the feeling, his fingertips scraping bluntly over the pretty white flesh bared before him. Over everything that's going to be his again, and soon.
It's a stirring thought, one that makes him keen on not wasting much time in this.]
Ask me again. [He didn't get to enjoy hearing it the first time. The patience he has in this moment is limited, though, so it's not a tease. And as he asks, he's spreading a certain amount of lubricant over his fingers to make quick work of preparing the other man.]
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He joins Larus on the couch again, shifting comfortably onto his knees, one hand working at the fastening of his pants. A grip at Larus' hip pulls him closer, and against the warm, and stiffing ridge of his cock. Dorian exhales softly at the feeling, his fingertips scraping bluntly over the pretty white flesh bared before him. Over everything that's going to be his again, and soon.
It's a stirring thought, one that makes him keen on not wasting much time in this.]
Ask me again. [He didn't get to enjoy hearing it the first time. The patience he has in this moment is limited, though, so it's not a tease. And as he asks, he's spreading a certain amount of lubricant over his fingers to make quick work of preparing the other man.]