Dorian grips hard at Toby as they touch and kiss in bed, not really able to help himself when his lover is this close, and when there's a tense and unfamiliar air of something hanging over this moment between them. Toby couldn't feel dangerous to him, but it's been made clear that this is a risk. If it goes horribly wrong, he could end up being hurt, potentially even killed, however accidental it all would be. But the real consequences of that are much worse than the sick feeling or short and painful death that would result-- if this fails, the weight it would lay on the vampire's soul is a thousand times worse and more lasting than fresh wounds on his portrait. He knows Toby more than well enough to know how deep the injury to his soul would cleave.
That knowledge makes this wrong in so many more ways than it used to be. It adds a thrilling and sickly anxious layer to feeling fingertips come to rest against his chest. He has no expectations or idea what might happen. Hopes, of course, but nothing firm to grab onto beyond the body stretched out and pressed into his own. He drags Toby back into another hard kiss right before the man pulls away, and then delves his fingers into his messy, still-damp hair, not letting him further away than he wants him to be right now. A few panted breaths later, and then Dorian nods in response to the question posed to him.
"It's now or never." And he wants it.
A shiver of hesitation in the chill body against his, a cut-off draw of breath --last minute stabs of self-doubt? building excitement? both?-- precede the familiar pain of sharp teeth breaking the skin high up on his neck. Dorian grips suddenly harder at Toby to keep from lurching reflexively at the feeling, fingers digging into the back of the other man's neck and arm. The feeling will pass quickly enough, as quickly as it ever did, and then the rush will come.
cw: blood (also i will never not laugh at that warning, ty for your contribution to the world)
The hesitation is only somewhat planned on Toby's part. He gives himself a half second to gather his thoughts, and then he pushes everything aside as he draws out his fangs and pushes them into Dorian's warm, soft neck.
All at once, the multiverse shifts in much the same way his world did the first time he and Dorian came together like this. Rather than the world ending because the man beneath him pulled back or his own mind broke, everything leaps forward in a way it never did when they last had the chance for this. With his own soul resting in his body, the connection of having Dorian in his veins, on his tongue, and inside his body in a way that defies explanation makes him shiver and moan with a pleasure unlike any he's ever experienced. His body can't get high his lover's does, but it can still feel the way their souls mingle in ways their bodies never can. Coming together in this way connects them on levels that exist in no other context, and it feels amazing.
He pulls gently from Dorian's body, taking care to not take so much of the man's blood that it would completely override his sense of self. Still, he holds on for at least a minute, drinking his fill of his soulmate as his body flushes with a heat he's been sorely missing. Every part of him comes alive again from the gift of life the man bestows on him, and the thought is enough to make this even more intense than Toby thought it would be. When he lets go, his heart is thumping hard in his chest and every inch of him feels like it's on fire. He spares a moment to lap up what blood has trickled over his lover's pale neck and then leans in for what might be the most necessary kiss of all time.
His eyes are wide with lust of multiple varieties when he's forced to part from Dorian for a breath. A grin splits his lips as he revels in where they're at, what they're doing, and then he leans back in for more. There isn't much time for them to enjoy the warmth of his body before it fades, and Toby's not about to waste a single second of it. They've made it this far, they've finally found a foothold in something that's been eluding them for months, and he intends for them to use and enjoy it until they're both completely spent.
Dorian's hold on Toby loosens slightly as the other man draws from him, and the once-familiar, gripping feeling of euphoria that comes with this kind of bite washes over him. It's more intense than the short nips to his wrist that Toby's been subsisting on, and it's everything Dorian remembers but hasn't truly felt until this exact moment. He gasps and groans along with the man in his arms, shivering deeply as his every sense is inescapably heightened tenfold. Has he ever really noticed how vibrant the coloring of his bedspread and the walls surrounding them are? Has any of their pain of the past few weeks, any of the sweetness of his lover's care for him, come through so richly as it all seems to be present in their intimacy right now?
Connecting like this feels like taking back something that has always been theirs. Something unnameable has been returned to them, and now that it's here Dorian's more than willing to reach out and grasp it as tightly as he can.
The fervent kiss Toby presses to his lips absolutely is necessary, and once the pleasant spinning in his head clears for even a moment, he's pulling at his lover and deepening it to something needful and filthy. His lover drawing back and then dipping in for more is very welcome, but the moment they part for a necessary breath, he wraps his hands around the sides of the vampire's face to let himself take in a sight he hasn't been able to enjoy like this in more than a year.
"Toby-- Toby, Toby, Toby, hold on." His movements are loose and a little uncoordinated, but full of the ecstatic energy sparking beneath his skin. "I want to look at you."
The reaction reminds him of the first time they combined a bite with sex-- no, with making love, even when neither of them had the will to call it that. There's a need and desire that runs deeper than any other time they've come together since they found each other again some months ago, as if the last lock preventing them from opening this door to one another has been utterly destroyed. A bright grin, irrepressibly excited and almost... happy, pulls across his face as he takes Dorian's hands in his and puts them on his face.
"I'm right here," he tells the other man, no guile or teasing in his voice. He shifts his body against his lover's, moaning at the pleasure of it, then takes hold of the man's face so they can see only each other. No distractions. No thoughts of the dangers still waiting for them outside this room. No need for anyone else who isn't them. His expression softens as he takes in the view of his soulmate beneath him, and his grin melts into a warm, loving smile. "I see you, and I love you."
He wants to linger like this. He wants to stay here and stare into one another for hours, days, years if possible. But his heartbeat is beginning to slow in his chest and Toby knows they can't wait much longer. If they're going to do this, to really be together again, there's no more room for hesitation. So he allows his lover a last, long look at him before leaning in for another set of messy, needful kisses as his hands begin traveling down the man's body.
They can take the time to revel and wonder about all this later. Right now, Toby needs more and he's certain Dorian does, too. Warm hands and necessary breaths will only last for so long, and the vampire wants to use them while the chance is still theirs.
This is the kind of moment that played over and over in Dorian's dreams while they were apart. Even interspersed with nightmares, the heart-wrenching glimpse into what was had been a beautiful poison he'd sipped desperately, waking afterwards to fresh heartbreak and what had been a chance to snatch back a tiny, perfect scrap of the man his heart ached for. Every single time hurt more than anything, but the deprivation of that year only makes having Toby back in his arms like this so much sweeter.
Heightened senses only means that every ounce of passion they pour into each other burns that much more brightly. He can't help the appreciative shiver that passes through him as Toby grips at his face, and then tells him he loves him. Yes, this is exactly what he's been needing these past few months to fully take back everything that terror and suffering had stolen from him.
"I love you, too." An unexpected upswing in the emotion that floods in along with those words means that he's gripping Toby a bit harder, and searching out his lips again for another breathless kiss. "I won't let you go again." Not even if, in some freak turn of fate, the man decided he wanted to die again. He needs this in his life, they need this, and to keep it he'll take out anyone suicidal enough to try and get between them again.
Dorian's eyes slide shut as he grips at his soulmate and rocks his hips against the other man's, arousal climbing to an almost unbearable peak at even this amount of closeness. The motion earns another shiver, before he lays back just enough to wrap an arm around Toby's neck so he can find his gaze again.
"Like this," he says, drawing Toby in flush against him, and to press down along the length of his body in every way he can manage. "Don't prepare me; We're only going to lose your warmth."
It's music to his ears. Toby nods distractedly between kisses to his soulmate's lips, his hands already shifting them both around with ease and use of his vampiric strength. If it's not as smooth as it might normally be, Toby doesn't notice. They're going to have this, and he'll be damned if he spares any thoughts to how out of practice he is.
As he lines them up, he presses his forehead to Dorian's to give them both a good look at one another. With their eyes locked and their hearts racing (one going ever faster, the other struggling to keep up), he thrusts his way into his soulmate without any hesitation. At once the sensations - the warmth around every part of him, the lingering scent of Dorian's blood in the air, the mingling of their souls - takes what little breath the vampire had from his lungs. He exhales in a rush, then leans in for another breathless kiss to seal them together fully. It's enough and yet not at the same time, and Toby simply can't get enough.
There's only a few seconds for them to adjust to the feeling of coming together in this way before the vampire is moving them forward. One hand wraps around one of Dorian's hips as he begins to thrust into the other man while the other lingers on his lover's cheek to keep their lips pressed together. It's a loose and messy way to make love, but it feels more right than most anything has in the past few months. They're going to rush through this together, and Toby's going to make sure it's everything they've been waiting to have again.
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cw: literal noms, apple-biting
That knowledge makes this wrong in so many more ways than it used to be. It adds a thrilling and sickly anxious layer to feeling fingertips come to rest against his chest. He has no expectations or idea what might happen. Hopes, of course, but nothing firm to grab onto beyond the body stretched out and pressed into his own. He drags Toby back into another hard kiss right before the man pulls away, and then delves his fingers into his messy, still-damp hair, not letting him further away than he wants him to be right now. A few panted breaths later, and then Dorian nods in response to the question posed to him.
"It's now or never." And he wants it.
A shiver of hesitation in the chill body against his, a cut-off draw of breath --last minute stabs of self-doubt? building excitement? both?-- precede the familiar pain of sharp teeth breaking the skin high up on his neck. Dorian grips suddenly harder at Toby to keep from lurching reflexively at the feeling, fingers digging into the back of the other man's neck and arm. The feeling will pass quickly enough, as quickly as it ever did, and then the rush will come.
cw: blood (also i will never not laugh at that warning, ty for your contribution to the world)
All at once, the multiverse shifts in much the same way his world did the first time he and Dorian came together like this. Rather than the world ending because the man beneath him pulled back or his own mind broke, everything leaps forward in a way it never did when they last had the chance for this. With his own soul resting in his body, the connection of having Dorian in his veins, on his tongue, and inside his body in a way that defies explanation makes him shiver and moan with a pleasure unlike any he's ever experienced. His body can't get high his lover's does, but it can still feel the way their souls mingle in ways their bodies never can. Coming together in this way connects them on levels that exist in no other context, and it feels amazing.
He pulls gently from Dorian's body, taking care to not take so much of the man's blood that it would completely override his sense of self. Still, he holds on for at least a minute, drinking his fill of his soulmate as his body flushes with a heat he's been sorely missing. Every part of him comes alive again from the gift of life the man bestows on him, and the thought is enough to make this even more intense than Toby thought it would be. When he lets go, his heart is thumping hard in his chest and every inch of him feels like it's on fire. He spares a moment to lap up what blood has trickled over his lover's pale neck and then leans in for what might be the most necessary kiss of all time.
His eyes are wide with lust of multiple varieties when he's forced to part from Dorian for a breath. A grin splits his lips as he revels in where they're at, what they're doing, and then he leans back in for more. There isn't much time for them to enjoy the warmth of his body before it fades, and Toby's not about to waste a single second of it. They've made it this far, they've finally found a foothold in something that's been eluding them for months, and he intends for them to use and enjoy it until they're both completely spent.
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Connecting like this feels like taking back something that has always been theirs. Something unnameable has been returned to them, and now that it's here Dorian's more than willing to reach out and grasp it as tightly as he can.
The fervent kiss Toby presses to his lips absolutely is necessary, and once the pleasant spinning in his head clears for even a moment, he's pulling at his lover and deepening it to something needful and filthy. His lover drawing back and then dipping in for more is very welcome, but the moment they part for a necessary breath, he wraps his hands around the sides of the vampire's face to let himself take in a sight he hasn't been able to enjoy like this in more than a year.
"Toby-- Toby, Toby, Toby, hold on." His movements are loose and a little uncoordinated, but full of the ecstatic energy sparking beneath his skin. "I want to look at you."
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"I'm right here," he tells the other man, no guile or teasing in his voice. He shifts his body against his lover's, moaning at the pleasure of it, then takes hold of the man's face so they can see only each other. No distractions. No thoughts of the dangers still waiting for them outside this room. No need for anyone else who isn't them. His expression softens as he takes in the view of his soulmate beneath him, and his grin melts into a warm, loving smile. "I see you, and I love you."
He wants to linger like this. He wants to stay here and stare into one another for hours, days, years if possible. But his heartbeat is beginning to slow in his chest and Toby knows they can't wait much longer. If they're going to do this, to really be together again, there's no more room for hesitation. So he allows his lover a last, long look at him before leaning in for another set of messy, needful kisses as his hands begin traveling down the man's body.
They can take the time to revel and wonder about all this later. Right now, Toby needs more and he's certain Dorian does, too. Warm hands and necessary breaths will only last for so long, and the vampire wants to use them while the chance is still theirs.
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Heightened senses only means that every ounce of passion they pour into each other burns that much more brightly. He can't help the appreciative shiver that passes through him as Toby grips at his face, and then tells him he loves him. Yes, this is exactly what he's been needing these past few months to fully take back everything that terror and suffering had stolen from him.
"I love you, too." An unexpected upswing in the emotion that floods in along with those words means that he's gripping Toby a bit harder, and searching out his lips again for another breathless kiss. "I won't let you go again." Not even if, in some freak turn of fate, the man decided he wanted to die again. He needs this in his life, they need this, and to keep it he'll take out anyone suicidal enough to try and get between them again.
Dorian's eyes slide shut as he grips at his soulmate and rocks his hips against the other man's, arousal climbing to an almost unbearable peak at even this amount of closeness. The motion earns another shiver, before he lays back just enough to wrap an arm around Toby's neck so he can find his gaze again.
"Like this," he says, drawing Toby in flush against him, and to press down along the length of his body in every way he can manage. "Don't prepare me; We're only going to lose your warmth."
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As he lines them up, he presses his forehead to Dorian's to give them both a good look at one another. With their eyes locked and their hearts racing (one going ever faster, the other struggling to keep up), he thrusts his way into his soulmate without any hesitation. At once the sensations - the warmth around every part of him, the lingering scent of Dorian's blood in the air, the mingling of their souls - takes what little breath the vampire had from his lungs. He exhales in a rush, then leans in for another breathless kiss to seal them together fully. It's enough and yet not at the same time, and Toby simply can't get enough.
There's only a few seconds for them to adjust to the feeling of coming together in this way before the vampire is moving them forward. One hand wraps around one of Dorian's hips as he begins to thrust into the other man while the other lingers on his lover's cheek to keep their lips pressed together. It's a loose and messy way to make love, but it feels more right than most anything has in the past few months. They're going to rush through this together, and Toby's going to make sure it's everything they've been waiting to have again.