[ 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'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. ]