[This kind of lavishing of attention is something Dorian's used to, and that he enjoys. He stretches out when Larus starts nosing at him, pressing lips against different parts of his face. He brings out a hand to smooth down the length of the other man's back, looking for the hem of his tee shirt to get the offending fabric out of the way. Basking in the physical attention that's less usual from someone typically ponderous, sometimes in need of a nudging from him, save for those times when they've indulged in some mild cuddling. It's better when it's all coming from someone who actually means something to him, and oddly endearing in the way Larus is exploring him like all of this is new between them all over again.
He draws a breath when hands pass over a particular sensitive spot on his chest, the sensation combining with the lingering heaviness of sleep at the corners of his mind. Yes, he could do with more of that.
But rather than say yes to the question posed, Dorian instead offers:]
Ask me and we'll see, darling. [It's unprompted to drop an endearment on him, not the kind of thing Larus would usually get from him in a more sober moment, but it feels fitting in this moment where the vampire's being this sweet and soft.]
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He draws a breath when hands pass over a particular sensitive spot on his chest, the sensation combining with the lingering heaviness of sleep at the corners of his mind. Yes, he could do with more of that.
But rather than say yes to the question posed, Dorian instead offers:]
Ask me and we'll see, darling. [It's unprompted to drop an endearment on him, not the kind of thing Larus would usually get from him in a more sober moment, but it feels fitting in this moment where the vampire's being this sweet and soft.]