[Far be it from him to not accommodate that request when it's something they both want and it's being asked for so attractively. Dorian takes a moment to drink in the sight stretched before him with his aesthete's eye, the delicate arching of Larus' back and the curl of his hair splaying over faultless skin, and feels the vision pull straight through him in a wave of desire, all of it amplified by the notion that this is what they'll be falling into those times when they shuck off the city and find each other again.
It's another sure sign that he's falling, plunging headfirst into wrapping himself and his immortal life around this man, and right now he couldn't care to spare a single thought more to that realization.
When Dorian takes his cock in hand and pushes inside Larus, it's in a steady and unrelenting slide that between them has become a form of rough-edged affection. Larus said that he could take it, and after the last time they'd had sex, Dorian knows that he doesn't have to hold back anything with him. It's ideal: He can cut loose and both of them will enjoy every moment of it. Dorian draws a sharp breath as he seats himself fully, the now familiar feeling of tight chill drawing him in pulling all of his attention and instantly igniting the need for more. His fingers bite into Larus' hips as he draws the softness of skin hard against him, needing to bury himself as deeply into the other man as his body will allow.
He doesn't seek out whether Larus is ready for more, knows it's a moot question between them, and simply gives himself over to chasing their pleasure without any warning. His first thrust is hard, bracing, and everything he's been craving from the moment he barged into their suite and dragged Larus to him for a kiss. Dorian pauses only to push his own pants further down his legs to prevent the fabric from dragging against Larus' skin and slowing him, before he starts fucking into his lover with precise abandon, his gaze following the flexing and subtle spasming of the taut musculature of the pretty plane of skin stretched out before him.
Beautiful, of course. But then he's always thought so from the moment they met.]
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[Far be it from him to not accommodate that request when it's something they both want and it's being asked for so attractively. Dorian takes a moment to drink in the sight stretched before him with his aesthete's eye, the delicate arching of Larus' back and the curl of his hair splaying over faultless skin, and feels the vision pull straight through him in a wave of desire, all of it amplified by the notion that this is what they'll be falling into those times when they shuck off the city and find each other again.
It's another sure sign that he's falling, plunging headfirst into wrapping himself and his immortal life around this man, and right now he couldn't care to spare a single thought more to that realization.
When Dorian takes his cock in hand and pushes inside Larus, it's in a steady and unrelenting slide that between them has become a form of rough-edged affection. Larus said that he could take it, and after the last time they'd had sex, Dorian knows that he doesn't have to hold back anything with him. It's ideal: He can cut loose and both of them will enjoy every moment of it. Dorian draws a sharp breath as he seats himself fully, the now familiar feeling of tight chill drawing him in pulling all of his attention and instantly igniting the need for more. His fingers bite into Larus' hips as he draws the softness of skin hard against him, needing to bury himself as deeply into the other man as his body will allow.
He doesn't seek out whether Larus is ready for more, knows it's a moot question between them, and simply gives himself over to chasing their pleasure without any warning. His first thrust is hard, bracing, and everything he's been craving from the moment he barged into their suite and dragged Larus to him for a kiss. Dorian pauses only to push his own pants further down his legs to prevent the fabric from dragging against Larus' skin and slowing him, before he starts fucking into his lover with precise abandon, his gaze following the flexing and subtle spasming of the taut musculature of the pretty plane of skin stretched out before him.
Beautiful, of course. But then he's always thought so from the moment they met.]