[This is good. He loves sex, likes indulging luxuriously in physical intimacy like this, enjoys all of it with the man wrapped up in his arms, and being surprised by this sudden surging of affection brings a sweetness he's interested in having more of. His fingers delve into Larus' hair lazily, carding through the soft strands, as the parting of their lips sends warm breath filling the air between them.
He also doesn't mind offering a nudge for some direction, even as his body still feels warm and heavy from sleep.]
Keep putting your mouth on me. [His hand leaves Larus' hair, falling to thumb at the peak of a smooth cheekbone. Appreciating.] Wherever it pleases you.
[He's enjoying this soft and desirous tasting of his skin, the soft nuzzling, gentle as it is. It's something different from Larus, and he wants to experience whatever comes of it.]
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. ]
[It's a luxurious and sensual appreciating of his form, with attention paid to those places he's sensitive, but that ordinarily don't have time to be addressed when they've leapt into sex at other occasions. It's not his way to choose something like this, usually. This feels soft and tender, not the kind of thing that typically penetrates the surface of his consciousness or digs deep to touch him anywhere real. But it's different at the hands and lips of someone he's allowed, and wanted, to know him. That he's allowed through the door of knowing his secrets and the reality of his life.
It's vulnerable. Slow enough that there's space and time for his thoughts and emotions to seep in, space he prefers not to allow, still laden with the last dregs of sleep that they are. It's an opening up and a gentle perusing, rather than a throwing of all of himself into a distracting and riotously violent oblivion. It's satisfying, but part of him still itches at allowing himself a full indulgence in that satisfaction.
That manner of the lowering of his walls is how he's allowed himself to be cut deeply, and then been left carrying the burden in his endlessly recording memories when friends and lovers died, again and again.
There's no resistance, though, to allowing Larus to taste his skin above one of the most vulnerable arteries in his body. It's a particularly sensitive spot, one not often touched, and Dorian moans softly, the fingers in the other man's hair unconsciously curling that smallest bit tighter at the pleasure of it. He closes his eyes, partly to indulge, partly to put the smallest shred of distance between himself and what's happening.
This slow taking apart of him through his senses is something he can allow, however much of a riskier drawing of this man more deeply into his life and soul it might represent. It's been earned. It's what he decided upon, for better and worse.]
[ 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. ]
You'll be teasing me if you do. [Because that was nice, heady, and only made more so by the depth of the kiss the other man presses to his lips. Dorian's tone is perfectly fond, though, even if there's no keeping of the secret that all of the tender affection has him growing stiff from the lack of attention to his cock.
This moment is an interlude: a short break from allowing more thoughts, and feelings about the connection between them to slip in. A breather.
He gathers Larus close to him, fingernails running up the length of the soft planes of skin of his back, and ending at his shoulders.]
[ 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. ]
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He also doesn't mind offering a nudge for some direction, even as his body still feels warm and heavy from sleep.]
Keep putting your mouth on me. [His hand leaves Larus' hair, falling to thumb at the peak of a smooth cheekbone. Appreciating.] Wherever it pleases you.
[He's enjoying this soft and desirous tasting of his skin, the soft nuzzling, gentle as it is. It's something different from Larus, and he wants to experience whatever comes of it.]
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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. ]
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It's vulnerable. Slow enough that there's space and time for his thoughts and emotions to seep in, space he prefers not to allow, still laden with the last dregs of sleep that they are. It's an opening up and a gentle perusing, rather than a throwing of all of himself into a distracting and riotously violent oblivion. It's satisfying, but part of him still itches at allowing himself a full indulgence in that satisfaction.
That manner of the lowering of his walls is how he's allowed himself to be cut deeply, and then been left carrying the burden in his endlessly recording memories when friends and lovers died, again and again.
There's no resistance, though, to allowing Larus to taste his skin above one of the most vulnerable arteries in his body. It's a particularly sensitive spot, one not often touched, and Dorian moans softly, the fingers in the other man's hair unconsciously curling that smallest bit tighter at the pleasure of it. He closes his eyes, partly to indulge, partly to put the smallest shred of distance between himself and what's happening.
This slow taking apart of him through his senses is something he can allow, however much of a riskier drawing of this man more deeply into his life and soul it might represent. It's been earned. It's what he decided upon, for better and worse.]
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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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This moment is an interlude: a short break from allowing more thoughts, and feelings about the connection between them to slip in. A breather.
He gathers Larus close to him, fingernails running up the length of the soft planes of skin of his back, and ending at his shoulders.]
Why don't you finish what you've started?
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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. ]