[His head is still spinning from that particularly life-shattering kiss, when a bottle's suddenly being pressed into his arms, and his feet are being swept unceremoniously out from under him. Dorian flusters, and sputters out a 'Toby!' at the unexpected indignity as he flails, and then latches his arms around the other man's neck. He never does seem to find the figurative ground beneath his feet around Tobias Matthews, but this reunion seems especially dedicated to not letting him have it.
But honestly? There's no other place in the multiverse he wants to be right now. If it means being carried like a farmhouse wife, he would have done so much infinitely worse simply for the chance to be in this moment.]
You're skipping steps with going for the threshold carry now, [he says dryly. But god yes, please take him to bed.
He's just going to work at the top of the bottle in his arms as he's hauled upstairs, and take a solid gulp from the thing once he's put down atop their fittingly sumptuous bed. When he's done, he puts the bottle aside on the night stand, and curls fingers into Toby's shirt to draw the man to him.]
You should have shown me this room first, [there's genuine appreciation in his tone, even with such a good, and necessary distraction at hand, and in hand] I'd have accepted this was ours even faster than I did the foyer.
[When Toby comes close, Dorian shifts his hold to the lines of the vampire's jaw, and simply basks in the man's presence for a few seconds. It hurts, makes his heart race, to be so near to everything that's been so impossibly far away for so long. Too long. He isn't sure he's actually breathing as he presses himself close to his lover for another, wholly necessary kiss, but nothing could be further from mattering now that he has Toby back with him again.]
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But honestly? There's no other place in the multiverse he wants to be right now. If it means being carried like a farmhouse wife, he would have done so much infinitely worse simply for the chance to be in this moment.]
You're skipping steps with going for the threshold carry now, [he says dryly. But god yes, please take him to bed.
He's just going to work at the top of the bottle in his arms as he's hauled upstairs, and take a solid gulp from the thing once he's put down atop their fittingly sumptuous bed. When he's done, he puts the bottle aside on the night stand, and curls fingers into Toby's shirt to draw the man to him.]
You should have shown me this room first, [there's genuine appreciation in his tone, even with such a good, and necessary distraction at hand, and in hand] I'd have accepted this was ours even faster than I did the foyer.
[When Toby comes close, Dorian shifts his hold to the lines of the vampire's jaw, and simply basks in the man's presence for a few seconds. It hurts, makes his heart race, to be so near to everything that's been so impossibly far away for so long. Too long. He isn't sure he's actually breathing as he presses himself close to his lover for another, wholly necessary kiss, but nothing could be further from mattering now that he has Toby back with him again.]