[ Being left alone as he partially rests on his hands and knees on the couch feels oddly vulnerable. Exposed, maybe. But it's not as if Larus is shy about any of this, finding it a far more pointless quality in himself than others, and he presses back into the touch when he senses Dorian's return, dropping his head slightly to focus on the feel of his fingers. ]
Dorian –
[ The sound gets stuck in his throat, swallowing around it as Dorian stretches him. It's somewhere in the middle of it that Larus realizes the things he'd said had been a request, fingers curling against the cushion beneath him as he arches into the warmth behind him. ] Please. [ Still soft, not quite begging because he knows they both want this. ]
I can take it, [ he says after another few seconds, edging his knees apart to give them both more room. ] Just do it.
[ Because the lack of prep isn't going to hurt him that much, and really, all Larus wants is Dorian so close he can practically taste him, head filled with the ricochet of his heartbeat and relaxed enough beneath him he won't fight it. He isn't sure that he ever will. ]
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Dorian –
[ The sound gets stuck in his throat, swallowing around it as Dorian stretches him. It's somewhere in the middle of it that Larus realizes the things he'd said had been a request, fingers curling against the cushion beneath him as he arches into the warmth behind him. ] Please. [ Still soft, not quite begging because he knows they both want this. ]
I can take it, [ he says after another few seconds, edging his knees apart to give them both more room. ] Just do it.
[ Because the lack of prep isn't going to hurt him that much, and really, all Larus wants is Dorian so close he can practically taste him, head filled with the ricochet of his heartbeat and relaxed enough beneath him he won't fight it. He isn't sure that he ever will. ]