[Feeling Toby come above and inside him is an exhilarating rush, and one that would pull the breath from his lungs, if they weren't already screaming for air. He doesn't care. Every drop of passion, of pain, he can have with this man, he wants to lose himself in all of it. He gives himself over to every kiss, every stroke of his cock, and each and every groan, and cry of Toby's name writhing to spring from his lips. Dorian holds their latest kiss as long as he can manage, and then parts with a sharp gasp, as his orgasm pulses through him.

In this one, electrified moment, the suffering of the last year is nothing. The suffering of over a century, is nothing.

He'll fall back down to Earth. He always does. Right now, he's too blissfully happy, and relieved, to feel, or think about anything but Toby.

As soon as he can breathe again, Dorian flops back into the plushness of their bed, but keeps an arm around the other man, tipping his head for another deep, and lingering kiss. This was so much, and yet not nearly enough.]

I love you, too. [He waits until the other man pulls out of him and comes to rest with him, and then curls a hand around the back of Toby's neck.

God, he could stare at this face forever, and be content. He allows himself the pleasure for an extended moment, until thoughts start coalescing in his head again.] No disrespect to your skills, but... I still can't believe this is happening. [He huffs a disbelieving, but happy laugh.] I've had a lot of dreams like this. [When they weren't about Lucifer.]