"Watch your heels, Toby, you're going to back up straight into the--"
Bonk. And then the thud of something large, but hollow tipping over onto the carpet. Dorian chuckles and continues walking Toby through the door and into the master bedroom (now his bedroom, alone, as it has been for some time). His hands on the vampire's shoulders, Dorian laces fingers around the back of Toby's neck before dragging the man down, and into an eager kiss. Behind them, the enormous decorative urn lays sideways by the doorway, easily forgotten amidst the playful passion unfolding between the two men in the bedroom. A ladies' garment, long, elegant, and bright red, lays stretched out beneath the urn, seemingly discarded thoughtlessly, the skirt-end coming almost to the edge of the bed. Unlike the disregarded urn, Dorian takes a moment to guide the vampire so neither of them steps on the dress and risks tearing up the fine fabric.
This is always one of the kinds of moments he loves best with Toby: they're alone, the sun (that bit's new, admittedly) is pouring through the window and setting his bedspread aflame with color, and there's nothing ahead of himself and his vampire lover but indulging in each other.
"We've got--" Grinning, Dorian nips lightly at Toby's lower lip, before giving the other man a little push, and then settling them playfully, if a bit roughly, back onto the bed. Dorian climbs astride the vampire, drinking in the sight of his beautiful soulmate beneath him as he starts picking at the buttons of Toby's shirt. "--all day to scream as loud as we want." So as far as he's concerned, it's time to get to it.
What's Been Sitting Beneath the Stone
Bonk. And then the thud of something large, but hollow tipping over onto the carpet. Dorian chuckles and continues walking Toby through the door and into the master bedroom (now his bedroom, alone, as it has been for some time). His hands on the vampire's shoulders, Dorian laces fingers around the back of Toby's neck before dragging the man down, and into an eager kiss. Behind them, the enormous decorative urn lays sideways by the doorway, easily forgotten amidst the playful passion unfolding between the two men in the bedroom. A ladies' garment, long, elegant, and bright red, lays stretched out beneath the urn, seemingly discarded thoughtlessly, the skirt-end coming almost to the edge of the bed. Unlike the disregarded urn, Dorian takes a moment to guide the vampire so neither of them steps on the dress and risks tearing up the fine fabric.
This is always one of the kinds of moments he loves best with Toby: they're alone, the sun (that bit's new, admittedly) is pouring through the window and setting his bedspread aflame with color, and there's nothing ahead of himself and his vampire lover but indulging in each other.
"We've got--" Grinning, Dorian nips lightly at Toby's lower lip, before giving the other man a little push, and then settling them playfully, if a bit roughly, back onto the bed. Dorian climbs astride the vampire, drinking in the sight of his beautiful soulmate beneath him as he starts picking at the buttons of Toby's shirt. "--all day to scream as loud as we want." So as far as he's concerned, it's time to get to it.