Gladly. [Especially because he was already heading in that direction anyway. His bit satisfyingly concluded (that dramatic introduction definitely had to have been one for the ages), Dorian attends to unzipping his pants in a slow, teasing, and burlesque fashion. He steps down from the ottoman and closer to Toby, revealing the dark purple pair of briefs he’s wearing only when he’s close enough to be able to reach out to the other man.]
See anything you like? [He smirks slightly, and finally stepping the rest of the way out of his pants, reaches out to run his fingers decadently through Toby’s mass of ruffled hair.]
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See anything you like? [He smirks slightly, and finally stepping the rest of the way out of his pants, reaches out to run his fingers decadently through Toby’s mass of ruffled hair.]