[ He might have disagreed strongly with such a name if he hadn't been so drunk on the blood washing through him. It makes it so much easier to be susceptible to the idea that this is good, that he doesn't have to overthink every little detail between them. He's not conscious of the contract that they have together, how they're intertwined because of this place and the necessity of it. They can just be them—Larus and Dorian, two people with a fondness for one another.
And Larus is fond of him in his own way, protective behind the scenes because he knows Dorian doesn't consider certain things the way Larus does. It seems a good give and take of their relationship so far since he doesn't mind it. Like the way he doesn't mind losing his shirt or repeating those touches that draw any sort of reaction out of him that he wants.
Speaking of — ]
I want you.
[ He doesn't specify or elaborate in what he means. It's just that; he wants him. And he punctuates it with a kiss, one that he sinks into and deepens, sucking slowly at his tongue and seeking more contact but content to give it when he draws away and slowly traces down the length of his throat with his lips. Gentle and soft, nuzzling into him with even more affection. ]
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And Larus is fond of him in his own way, protective behind the scenes because he knows Dorian doesn't consider certain things the way Larus does. It seems a good give and take of their relationship so far since he doesn't mind it. Like the way he doesn't mind losing his shirt or repeating those touches that draw any sort of reaction out of him that he wants.
Speaking of — ]
I want you.
[ He doesn't specify or elaborate in what he means. It's just that; he wants him. And he punctuates it with a kiss, one that he sinks into and deepens, sucking slowly at his tongue and seeking more contact but content to give it when he draws away and slowly traces down the length of his throat with his lips. Gentle and soft, nuzzling into him with even more affection. ]