[It's so much all at once to have this man in his arms again. To be together like this again when every moment between realizing Dorian was gone and now has simply been a sea of distractions. Litres of alcohol, hundreds of rounds of sex, and drugs of all sorts were never enough to kill his anguish of being separated from the man he loves, but it doesn't matter anymore. This is his Dorian, his soulmate, his husband-to-be. Nothing changes that when the truth is under his hands and around his cock the way he's been aching for for too many months.
He grips hard at the other's cock when he's guided to it, squeezing and stroking quickly to match the pace of his thrusts. It doesn't feel enough, so he does the only thing he can think of by dropping down to his other elbow to press their lips together. He doesn't care how hard it makes it for either of them to breathe, because this? This is more necessary than anything. More necessary than breath, than words, than comfort for his body. None of that matters if he can just kiss this man and know him that little bit more while they come together for the first time in far too many nights.
His release comes upon him as a surprise, but it's one he gives himself to gladly. He moans Dorian's name into their latest kiss, fingers squeezing his cock and gripping the bedspread as he spills into the man. He keep his hips going to help Dorian reach his peak, too, bringing them together over and over until they can collapse and recover enough to do it again. And again. And again.
Every second of the next few hours and days and weeks will belong to this man, and Toby's going to make sure it stays that way without regard for anyone else. No one else matter. Nothing could ever matter when his Dorian Gray, his soulmate and husband, is back.]
cw: mentions of addiction/drugs/alcoholism
He grips hard at the other's cock when he's guided to it, squeezing and stroking quickly to match the pace of his thrusts. It doesn't feel enough, so he does the only thing he can think of by dropping down to his other elbow to press their lips together. He doesn't care how hard it makes it for either of them to breathe, because this? This is more necessary than anything. More necessary than breath, than words, than comfort for his body. None of that matters if he can just kiss this man and know him that little bit more while they come together for the first time in far too many nights.
His release comes upon him as a surprise, but it's one he gives himself to gladly. He moans Dorian's name into their latest kiss, fingers squeezing his cock and gripping the bedspread as he spills into the man. He keep his hips going to help Dorian reach his peak, too, bringing them together over and over until they can collapse and recover enough to do it again. And again. And again.
Every second of the next few hours and days and weeks will belong to this man, and Toby's going to make sure it stays that way without regard for anyone else. No one else matter. Nothing could ever matter when his Dorian Gray, his soulmate and husband, is back.]