Had he actually needed that? They've been together long enough that it doesn't occur to Larus, but right now, his brain addled with too much blood in his system, there's no point overthinking when Dorian speaks. A soft hum leaves him, turning his face into the hand at the side of his face to catch his thumb with his teeth. A gentle nip, and he follows it with a softer kiss before turning his full attention back to the man beneath him.
He stays quiet, pushing up his shirt this time to expose more of his skin to him. Larus finds those places that had been sensitive with ease, using his mouth and his tongue to trace over them, and when he's satisfied with that, he moves on to taste other parts of him simply because he can. Over his ribs, along his chest, down the center of his abdomen. He nuzzles his navel, cheek brushing against his belly. For a moment, all he does is rest there, and then, he gives a gentle nip to his side as he tugs at his pants.
There's intent to explore him all the way to his feet and back up again, taking his time and clearly patient with stripping Dorian so that he's only wearing his shirt. He resumes his exploration after that, stroking his thumb along the length of his thigh as he subconsciously follows the steady beating of his heart in that particularly delicious artery, and without a word, he traces it with his mouth, purposely ignoring touching him between his legs.
He's taking his time. He wants both of them to enjoy this. ]
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Had he actually needed that? They've been together long enough that it doesn't occur to Larus, but right now, his brain addled with too much blood in his system, there's no point overthinking when Dorian speaks. A soft hum leaves him, turning his face into the hand at the side of his face to catch his thumb with his teeth. A gentle nip, and he follows it with a softer kiss before turning his full attention back to the man beneath him.
He stays quiet, pushing up his shirt this time to expose more of his skin to him. Larus finds those places that had been sensitive with ease, using his mouth and his tongue to trace over them, and when he's satisfied with that, he moves on to taste other parts of him simply because he can. Over his ribs, along his chest, down the center of his abdomen. He nuzzles his navel, cheek brushing against his belly. For a moment, all he does is rest there, and then, he gives a gentle nip to his side as he tugs at his pants.
There's intent to explore him all the way to his feet and back up again, taking his time and clearly patient with stripping Dorian so that he's only wearing his shirt. He resumes his exploration after that, stroking his thumb along the length of his thigh as he subconsciously follows the steady beating of his heart in that particularly delicious artery, and without a word, he traces it with his mouth, purposely ignoring touching him between his legs.
He's taking his time. He wants both of them to enjoy this. ]