[ Later, he might not be too happy about the things that spiraled from his weakness of having just the smallest taste. As always, he'd caved a little to his hunger, and now, he's here on top of Dorian and practically begging him for more than the occasional cuddle he'll crawl into bed to take.
This is different. Every sense that he has seems heightened further, breathing in the scent of him as he turns his face and presses it into the softness of his hair. Larus pauses there for a moment, hovering until the urge to kiss him elsewhere overtakes him, and then, he descends upon his cheek, his jaw, his chin. He maps out every inch of him like he's never touched or tasted any part of him before, excited by the possibility of stripping him slowly out of his clothes and finding places that Dorian might enjoy more attention on than others.
His fingers slip under his shirt, a smile present as he nudges their noses together. ]
To anything I want? [ He poses the question softly, fingers tracing over the shape of his ribs and upwards in the direction of his chest. ]
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This is different. Every sense that he has seems heightened further, breathing in the scent of him as he turns his face and presses it into the softness of his hair. Larus pauses there for a moment, hovering until the urge to kiss him elsewhere overtakes him, and then, he descends upon his cheek, his jaw, his chin. He maps out every inch of him like he's never touched or tasted any part of him before, excited by the possibility of stripping him slowly out of his clothes and finding places that Dorian might enjoy more attention on than others.
His fingers slip under his shirt, a smile present as he nudges their noses together. ]
To anything I want? [ He poses the question softly, fingers tracing over the shape of his ribs and upwards in the direction of his chest. ]