Your moderation is commendable. [Particularly because it isn't likely to last long-- or hopefully, anyways. Appropriately, Dorian waits for the other man to get seated and comfortable before he starts hunting around for the nearest slightly-raised piece of furniture. A low ottoman ends up working well enough, and he steps up onto it for full dramatic effect.
This is going to be fully camp, but that doesn't mean they're not going to have fun with it. Dorian fingers the hem of his shirt, thinking for a moment, when he gets an idea.]
People are asking around town: 'Who's that man? Where's he come from suddenly?' [Once he's shrugged out of his shirt, Dorian swings it to lob it cheekily into Toby's lap.] A pretty voice, a face the darlings of show business could only dream of, and a disarming wit to charm the sober.
All the young things are throwing our clothes at him.
[He grins, and raises a foot to start trying to take off one of his shoes. Trying being the key word. It may involve some teetering.
Some not necessarily well-advised teetering, but it's committed to the bit teeter-hopping.]
[Usually when they do things like this, it's the vampire who's going over-the-top with theatrics and camp. Forever somewhat stuck in the 80s as he is, camp like this is simply his thing. But with Dorian doing it?
God, it's really good he's sitting down or his weak knees would be showing.
As it is, he relishes in all the attention is soulmate is throwing at him, a grin splitting his lips as he turns Dorian's shirt over in his hands and takes in all the man's words. This is a rare and decadent treat for him, and he absolutely loves it. So much so that he'll only tease the man a little from his spot on the couch.]
Are they throwing pretty shoes, too? [His grin widens as draws his lover's shirt across his cheek and inhales a deep, noisy breath to add to the distraction.] Because I really only want the stilettos or platform boots. I've plenty of flats of my own, thanks.
[Toby's egging on isn't helping (or really is, depending on your perspective). The shirt-sniffing is perfect, though, and it almost makes Dorian break.
It takes a bit more teetering and maneuvering, but eventually Dorian manages to unlace his shoe and tug it off with a grin. To make up for the break in the bit, he grips the end of a lace between a pointer finger and thumb, and lets it slip in dramatic increments towards the floor before allowing it to thump onto the ground.]
Shoes, shirts, undergarments... whatever it takes to catch a moment in the spotlight. Flats, perhaps, not making the cut. [Shoe removal is proving a bit clumsy, so rather than stumble over the second one he'll toe the second off as cooperatively as his neatly tied laces will allow.]
What does he do? He's a face-- the face. Where Warhol revolutionized old with a splash of neon new, Tobias redefines muse. [And there goes the pants zipper.]
[The desire to take off his own clothes is very difficult to resist, but if he can hold out just a little longer he can actually sign Dorian's body before the ravaging that will happen seconds after. Toby compromises with himself by draping his lover's shirt about his neck and using exaggerated (and very distracted) movements to unbutton his shirt.]
Muse for all the best arts, [he adds with a grin. He pulls his shirt open, but otherwise leave it in place. No need to tease and tempt the other man too much yet - with his clothes, at least; There's an eagerness for all the best pleasures tonight, and that means his fangs appear briefly as his grin widens.]
Think this face could see those undergarments you mentioned? I have something I'm eager to give the next man who fulfills the request.
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.]
Always. [Now that his boyfriend is close enough for touching, Toby eagerly reaches out with one hand to tug the man closer. There's still a last bit of clothing between them, but it won't be an issue for long. Besides, he has an autograph to attend to first.
With that in mind, Toby draws the marker from his pocket as he encourages Dorian to put his hands on the vampire's shoulders.] Hold here for a moment, and I'll set you right. All my other fans will be forever jealous.
[Another flash of fangs and a grin, and then Toby shifts forward to start his work. His signature is slow and scripted, the way everyone's was when he was a young man, though he didn't add his surname. The man attached to it is dead and, really, if he were a star, he'd drop it faster than any shots or drugs he might be tempted into to doing. When it's finished, he blows a soft breath over the marker to dry the signature, then seals it with a kiss over the spot. Entirely pleased with himself, he caps the marker and tosses it onto the end of the loveseat before putting both hands on Dorian's hips.]
If you're quite satisfied, I'll take you throwing yourself at me now. [And then the real fun can begin.]
[It's oddly moving to be marked by Toby in one of the few ways that his portrait can't immediately restore. Dorian looks down along the length of his body to admire the pretty, looping signature, a smile spreading slowly across his face. It's just the way he would have imagine Toby autographing something (or someone) and seeing it now is exciting in a way he hasn't felt often while they've been climbing their way back to normalcy together.]
We'll make sure they are. [Shifting forward, he follows Toby's tugging to sit himself over his boyfriend's lap. There's no way he would have been able to resist this for much longer, so it's good that they can finally reach for each other and come close. He smooths his hands along the other man's chill chest first, taking advantage of his unbuttoned shirt to help him slip it the rest of the way off.]
We've got some catching up to help you do. [Grinning, he drops his hands to Toby's fly to start the process of helping him wiggle out of his jeans.In between all of the excitement, he leans in to press their lips together. The kiss starts off simple enough, with Dorian deepening it as his hands pass over his boyfriend's body encouragingly.]
[It's easy to throw aside all pomp and circumstance and focus on the moment at hand when there's warm hands and lips on him. Toby spares a hand to pull it through Dorian's curls as they kiss and uses the other to push both jeans and boxers down and off his hips. The sight is probably an awkward one, but there's absolutely zero care in the vampire about that.
Once the last piece of clothing hits the floor, Toby puts his hands on either side of his boyfriend's neck and draws him into a deep, passionate kiss. Even without needing breath, he feels breathless when they finally part. He locks his gaze with Dorian and pulls the man flush against his chest, not quite reaching for a bite yet, but definitely inching them closer in that direction. When he feels like he can focus on anything that isn't kissing the life from his boyfriend again, he grins up at the man seated over him.]
Ready for the ride of your life, partner?
[That's really bad, but hey, Dorian started it with his act! This is totally fair before he takes them higher.]
[Not even a week or two ago, parts of what's happening right now would have been out of reach for them-- trapped behind walls of trauma and terrible, bittersweet memories. This is what makes it so perfect to be able to reach for Toby --for this part of who they are that got so terribly battered while they were separated-- and seize it now. Dorian mirrors his lover's smile right back, and shifts his hips to press them eagerly, unwaveringly, against the other man's. He wasn't angling for more than campy dramatics and sex, but he's on board with taking things further.
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This is going to be fully camp, but that doesn't mean they're not going to have fun with it. Dorian fingers the hem of his shirt, thinking for a moment, when he gets an idea.]
People are asking around town: 'Who's that man? Where's he come from suddenly?' [Once he's shrugged out of his shirt, Dorian swings it to lob it cheekily into Toby's lap.] A pretty voice, a face the darlings of show business could only dream of, and a disarming wit to charm the sober.
All the young things are throwing our clothes at him.
[He grins, and raises a foot to start trying to take off one of his shoes. Trying being the key word. It may involve some teetering.
Some not necessarily well-advised teetering, but it's committed to the bit teeter-hopping.]
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God, it's really good he's sitting down or his weak knees would be showing.
As it is, he relishes in all the attention is soulmate is throwing at him, a grin splitting his lips as he turns Dorian's shirt over in his hands and takes in all the man's words. This is a rare and decadent treat for him, and he absolutely loves it. So much so that he'll only tease the man a little from his spot on the couch.]
Are they throwing pretty shoes, too? [His grin widens as draws his lover's shirt across his cheek and inhales a deep, noisy breath to add to the distraction.] Because I really only want the stilettos or platform boots. I've plenty of flats of my own, thanks.
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It takes a bit more teetering and maneuvering, but eventually Dorian manages to unlace his shoe and tug it off with a grin. To make up for the break in the bit, he grips the end of a lace between a pointer finger and thumb, and lets it slip in dramatic increments towards the floor before allowing it to thump onto the ground.]
Shoes, shirts, undergarments... whatever it takes to catch a moment in the spotlight. Flats, perhaps, not making the cut. [Shoe removal is proving a bit clumsy, so rather than stumble over the second one he'll toe the second off as cooperatively as his neatly tied laces will allow.]
What does he do? He's a face-- the face. Where Warhol revolutionized old with a splash of neon new, Tobias redefines muse. [And there goes the pants zipper.]
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Muse for all the best arts, [he adds with a grin. He pulls his shirt open, but otherwise leave it in place. No need to tease and tempt the other man too much yet - with his clothes, at least; There's an eagerness for all the best pleasures tonight, and that means his fangs appear briefly as his grin widens.]
Think this face could see those undergarments you mentioned? I have something I'm eager to give the next man who fulfills the request.
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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.]
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With that in mind, Toby draws the marker from his pocket as he encourages Dorian to put his hands on the vampire's shoulders.] Hold here for a moment, and I'll set you right. All my other fans will be forever jealous.
[Another flash of fangs and a grin, and then Toby shifts forward to start his work. His signature is slow and scripted, the way everyone's was when he was a young man, though he didn't add his surname. The man attached to it is dead and, really, if he were a star, he'd drop it faster than any shots or drugs he might be tempted into to doing. When it's finished, he blows a soft breath over the marker to dry the signature, then seals it with a kiss over the spot. Entirely pleased with himself, he caps the marker and tosses it onto the end of the loveseat before putting both hands on Dorian's hips.]
If you're quite satisfied, I'll take you throwing yourself at me now. [And then the real fun can begin.]
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We'll make sure they are. [Shifting forward, he follows Toby's tugging to sit himself over his boyfriend's lap. There's no way he would have been able to resist this for much longer, so it's good that they can finally reach for each other and come close. He smooths his hands along the other man's chill chest first, taking advantage of his unbuttoned shirt to help him slip it the rest of the way off.]
We've got some catching up to help you do. [Grinning, he drops his hands to Toby's fly to start the process of helping him wiggle out of his jeans.In between all of the excitement, he leans in to press their lips together. The kiss starts off simple enough, with Dorian deepening it as his hands pass over his boyfriend's body encouragingly.]
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Once the last piece of clothing hits the floor, Toby puts his hands on either side of his boyfriend's neck and draws him into a deep, passionate kiss. Even without needing breath, he feels breathless when they finally part. He locks his gaze with Dorian and pulls the man flush against his chest, not quite reaching for a bite yet, but definitely inching them closer in that direction. When he feels like he can focus on anything that isn't kissing the life from his boyfriend again, he grins up at the man seated over him.]
Ready for the ride of your life, partner?
[That's really bad, but hey, Dorian started it with his act! This is totally fair before he takes them higher.]
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With Toby, he always is.]
Take us there.