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Dorian Gray (The Confessions of Dorian Gray) ([personal profile] mayfairmonster) wrote2030-02-11 08:43 pm
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"If you don’t know who this is, hang up now. If you do [A long-suffering sigh] why not leave a message?"


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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-12 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels him slowly slipping awake, naturally, and it's exactly what he wants. ]

Shh. [ There's a soft kiss pressed against his mouth. ] I just wanted to be close to you.

[ It might have been something he normally would have admitted after hours of countless (and quiet) theatrics, but the words fall free easily, shifting only slightly to grab the edge of the blanket in an attempt to pull it down. He's in the way, of course, and that seems to confuse him somehow, sitting up so he's straddling Dorian and looking down at him. Larus pushes his fingers through his hair like it'll stop it from sliding back into place when he leans over him.

Dorian's exceedingly warm from having been asleep, soaking it up despite the fact he already feels a bit overheated. Probably the blood, though he doesn't stop to consider that when he's overtaken by the urge to kiss him again. This time, he starts with the bridge of his nose, lips soft as they travel up between his eyes and then along the ridge of his brow. ]


You can go back to sleep. [ Don't mind him. He'll just stay right there. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-12 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Larus thinks about that for a moment, pausing in his exploration of warm skin. ]

Blood, [ he says in a whisper, gently knocking his forehead against Dorian's as he hums a little to himself. ] I'm full.

[ Which makes him stronger, more alive. If there was light in the room, his skin might even have an almost flushed tone to it—the aftermath of consuming too much blood too quickly. His body will process it as it always does, but for now, it's affecting him on a completely different level. He feels light and comfortable, in need of affection until he's satisfied himself.

He kisses him again, fingers tracing over the curves of Dorian's shoulders and swirling towards his chest. His pulse is so loud right now. It almost echoes through him. ]


I like touching you.
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-13 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Later, he might not be too happy about the things that spiraled from his weakness of having just the smallest taste. As always, he'd caved a little to his hunger, and now, he's here on top of Dorian and practically begging him for more than the occasional cuddle he'll crawl into bed to take.

This is different. Every sense that he has seems heightened further, breathing in the scent of him as he turns his face and presses it into the softness of his hair. Larus pauses there for a moment, hovering until the urge to kiss him elsewhere overtakes him, and then, he descends upon his cheek, his jaw, his chin. He maps out every inch of him like he's never touched or tasted any part of him before, excited by the possibility of stripping him slowly out of his clothes and finding places that Dorian might enjoy more attention on than others.

His fingers slip under his shirt, a smile present as he nudges their noses together. ]


To anything I want? [ He poses the question softly, fingers tracing over the shape of his ribs and upwards in the direction of his chest. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-14 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not really a nudge so much as permission.

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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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It feels good to go slow, to ease into something still new and as equally vulnerable as they are. He's not overthinking as his tongue slides over skin, licking at those equally tender places. He's not overthinking as Dorian's vocal about the spots he continues to revisit for that very reason, the sweetness of it pulling at something deeper inside of Larus that isn't awash with the haze of being fed and satisfied.

He's not suffered through the heartbreak of countless years, but he understands the loneliness that comes from it. Different circumstances that shape the way they are, and yet, somehow, they've still come to find one another like this. It's a fondness he can really no longer deny, slipping down to kiss the inside of Dorian's knee as he bends his leg to make more room for himself to follow the softness of his thigh to the top. He repeats it on the other side, fingers stroking down a calf and up again until he's satisfied with all the places he's discovered.

Then, just as carefully, without giving him the relief of his hand (or mouth) at his cock, Larus treks his way up to his face. The kiss he gives him is deep, sucking at his tongue and gently ending it with a soft bite to his lower lip. ]


I want to touch you like that again.

[ Murmured against his cheek, and if Dorian doesn't stop him, he's going to continue until they're both absolutely crazy from it and someone caves for something more. ]
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[personal profile] mislay 2022-05-15 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is that such a terrible thing? He wonders even as he arches into the pressure of Dorian's nails across his skin, eager for more but currently far more interested in pleasing him in a way he'd never relent to normally. Another slow kiss, and Larus hums into his mouth. ]

Since you asked, [ he breathes, taking another kiss before slipping down between his legs.

He uses his lips and his tongue to taste him, licking over the tip of his cock to take Dorian down without any hesitation. There's no hurry to it, but he doesn't tease him as he'd done before, pushing until he feels him in his throat. The need to breathe isn't there so it's not that difficult for him to keep him there, waiting just a second to adjust to the sensation of it before he moves. It's a steady rhythm, swallowing him deep each time, and his fingers dig gently into the flesh of Dorian's thighs, dragging to the sides to hold his hips.

If he chose, he could come like this, and there wouldn't be a single complaint about it from Larus, caressing a hipbone with his thumb as he lifts his head and then sinks down. As he keeps everything steady and unhurried, like there's nothing else but this and them and the way Dorian feels beneath him. ]