ic contact

[brushoff]

"Hello. This is Dorian Gray's cellphone. I can't talk right now. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

voice, video, text, action
[ certain threads in this post contain nsfw content (sex, blood, violence, etc.) so, you know, don't read them where Gramma can look over your shoulder. just kind of a blanket trigger warning for gore & body horror as well ]

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[brushoff]

[ Dorian also notices and also doesn't react. Good. He doesn't want any distractions right now, not when he has Abduxel close, not when he has the other immortal right where he wants him.

As Abduxel grips his hair, Dorian's hand on his thigh clenches, gripping tightly onto the demon as he forces himself closer to him. ]

[abduxel]

[ He reacts well to that grip on his thigh, upping the intensity of his kissing, running his hand along Dorian's back.

After some time, Abduxel breaks the kiss, using his grip on Dorian's hair to pull the other man's head away just a few centimeters. Breathy and with a sly little grin, ]

Maybe we should go back to your place.

[brushoff]

Considering that I have an apartment all to myself now? I think we should. I can show you around the place and we can give some objects a test drive.

[abduxel]

[Before Dorian's finished speaking, Abduxel is tossing some crumpled bills in the table, uncounted and almost certainly excessive. As they hopefully exit the booth, he replies with a suggestive tone.]

Some objects? What do you mean?

[brushoff]

My new couch.

[ LET'S GO FUCK ON A COUCH, ABDUXEL. ] Or, a new mattress if that's more your style.

[abduxel]

[He barks a laugh, grabs Dorian by the hand to lead him out the door.]

We'll just have to try them both.

[brushoff]

I eagerly await tonight. [ as he responded with a grin and a laugh of his own ]

[abduxel]

[As they go outside, he pulls Dorian to himself by the hand, in order to kiss him again just outside the bar.]

Where do you live?

[brushoff]

Just moved to a small apartment in Maurtia Falls. It's small for my taste, but I'm fond of it.

cue travel montage

[abduxel]

[They're already in Maurtia Falls, perfect. He hails a cab, climbs inside. Makes idle smalltalk with the cabby (how about that weather today!) while he covertly slides a hand onto Dorian's knee and drifts it upwards, teasing. Gives his thigh a little squeeze.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jv5Xib72wrA

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but smirk as Abduxel moves his hand towards his thigh. He snuggles in closer towards the demon, taking no notice of the cabby's stares or Abduxel's attempt at small talk as he cozies up to the demon and kisses him on the neck. ]

i actually laughed so hard at that video

[abduxel]

[Way to be subtle, Dorian. He'd wanted to try to make the man squirm, but it was flipped around on him, as Dorian kisses his neck while Abduxel was mid-sentence, causing him to lose his train of thought and awkwardly stammer the rest of it while intensely distracted.

God they'd better get there soon.]

every day needs more muppets

[brushoff]

[ Thankfully, Dorian's apartment isn't too far from the bar so, to the relief of the cab driver, it's a relatively short trip. That doesn't stop Dorian from being like the world's least subtle during the whole trip there. As the cab pulls off, Dorian starts to rummage through his pockets. ]

Fuck, hold on a second, I just need to find my key.

[ which, because he wants to find it, turns out to be in the last pocket he looked in. ] Follow me. My apartment's just up these stairs.

[abduxel]

[He "helps" Dorian find his keys by standing behind him with his hands gripping Dorian's hips, kissing an ear while Dorian searches. And then he follows him upstairs. This is gonna be a good night.]

Nice building.

[brushoff]

Isn't it, though? It's the government apartments—unsurprisingly, I didn't want to give up my free ride just yet. [ As he opens the door, he gestures for Abduxel to enter.

The apartment is barely furnished, with a couch and some chairs. There are still some unpacked boxes lying around, as well as a ton of lamps and mirrors. Almost instantly, Dorian grabbed onto Abduxel's hand and, after closing the door behind them, started dragging the demon to the couch.

Patience was a virtue that Dorian didn't really have. ]

[abduxel]

[Abduxel laughs as he's dragged along, but as they near the couch, he suddenly resists. This might be about when Dorian notices that Abduxel is very, very strong, inhumanly so. He pulls Dorian by the hand so that the man would face him, and then pushes him backwards, so he'll land sitting on the couch.

He puts his hands on Dorian's shoulders to hold him there, leans in real close with a sly little smile.] I like your couch.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but laugh as Abduxel pushes him back onto the couch. He's sitting there, looking up at the demon with a grin on his face. ] It's a very nice couch. I picked it out for a reason.

[abduxel]

[He grins back, then climbs on top of Dorian, essentially kneeling on the couch on and straddling his lap. One hand moves behind Dorian's head again, as it had been in the bar, and he leans in, first kissing the side of Dorian's neck and then - gently - biting him there.]

[brushoff]

[ Fun fact: Dorian's got a biting kink. So as Abduxel bites him on the neck, Dorian practically melts in his grip, obviously enjoying it, giving the demon a look of pure bliss and utter happiness. ]

Do that again, [ he practically purrs ]

[abduxel]

[Abduxel is delighted. When kinks align. He purrs back,] Since you asked so nicely.

[Pulls himself closer to Dorian, he switches which side of the neck he's focused on, controlling Dorian's head by a strong grip in his hair to expose his neck, almost like he's a vampire about to go for gold. Pretty close, really, as he lays a soft bite on the other side. He lets go, waits a moment, and then bites him once more, but hard, to leave a mark.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian lets Abduxel grab his hair, pulling into his neck, as he grips tight onto Abduxel's legs, fingernails digging sharply into the man's thigh.

He can't help it. He bites his tongue to stop from making too much noise but he can't help to moan in pleasure when Abduxel bites him—hard. The mark fades seconds after he leaves it, Dorian's healing factor at work. ]

Try harder next time if you want to leave tracks, [ he said, with a grin ]

[abduxel]

[He revels in those moans, excited by drawing noises from the other man. When the marks he leaves disappear so suddenly, he's genuinely surprised for a moment. He speaks in a low voice near Dorian's ear, smirking.]

What a shame, I won't be able to leave marks on you at all, will I? But I'll definitely try harder.

[He pulls back, grips the bottom hem of Dorian's shirt and starts to pull it over his head.]

My healing is slower than yours. You can leave marks on me, for a while. If you can manage to make some.

[If Dorian will let him get that shirt off, Abduxel will rake his nails down the other man's chest, leaving pink lines that heal over to unbothered skin. Is it just biting, he wonders.]

[brushoff]

Healing factor, [ Dorian can't help but respond, with a smirk, as the marks vanish so quickly. Though really, the idea of Abduxel trying harder is just music to his ears. Pain and pleasure were intertwined in a wonderful way for him.

So really, when Abduxel says that he can leave marks on the demon, Dorian's eyes just widen in a yes sort of way. He doesn't struggle as Abduxel gets the shirt off and doesn't flinch as Abduxel rakes his nails down the other man's chest. Instead, Dorian's grip on the demon's thigh tightens, fingers driving down into his skin. ]

[abduxel]

[Abduxel makes a small closed-mouth noise of pleasure as Dorian grips at him hard. A shame he still has pants in the way to block those fingernails, but still there's the pressure.

He leans back a moment, shrugging off his suit jacket and then pulling off his own shirt. The demon is an inch shorter than Dorian, and his body is slender but muscular, defined; his abdomen, chest, sides, and back are littered with huge scars clearly made by bladed weapons, mostly stabs but also a few slashes.

The demon leans forward again, brings his mouth close to Dorian's ear. He turns his hands over, starting his fingers low - really low - on Dorian's exposed stomach, to rake back upwards, over his abdomen and chest right up to those muscles between the shoulders and neck, with a devilish smirk.]

[brushoff]

[ He can't help but draw his eyes to the scars. In contrast, Dorian's skin is smooth, flawless, with no hint of scars or traces of age. He'd have to ask Abduxel about some of them later.

As the demon's fingers rake over his abdomen, Dorian moves his arms so that he's holding onto Abduxel, trying to pull the demon closer, in towards him, trying to get Abduxel as close to Dorian as possible. ]