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[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.]

[ 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.

[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.

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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 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.

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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 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.]

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[ 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 ]

[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.]

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 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.]

[ 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. ]

[Abduxel obliges, getting close so they are skin-to-skin, and taking the opportunity to sink another hard bite into Dorian's neck while he grinds down against the other man's crotch.]

[ Dorian moves his hands from Abduxel's thighs to his waist, as he sneaks his hands below Abduxel's pants. The other hard bite makes Dorian's fingernails dig deep into Abduxel's skin, gripping tight on any aspect of flesh that he can grab as Dorian practically melts with pleasure. ]

[He makes a soft ah noise against him, as Dorian sinks his fingernails into Abduxel's hips. He rocks down against him harder and keeps his teeth latched on, unrelenting.

After some time, he raises off of Dorian's lap just enough that he can rather roughly shove him over, trying to get the man to lie across the couch, at which point he would resume his position straddling Dorian's hips. He sneaks a hand between Dorian's legs under his pants but not yet against skin, grabbing him hard in his palm. In a low voice,]

I want you to moan for me, Dorian.

[ It's something new and wonderful for Dorian to not take control. Normally he's the one dragging people into this, he's the one suggesting unorthodox methods, he's the one pinning the other person down to the bed. Having Abduxel shove him across the couch is new and wonderful. Having Abduxel's hand on his crotch? Even better. ]

And what if I don't? [ Dorian purred, fingernails still digging into the demon's hips. ]

[He applies pressure, squeezing.]

I'll make you regret it.

[Regret in a fun way.]

But I don't think we'll have that problem.

[Punctuating that sentence, he begins very slowly moving that hand up and down, grinding. Grinning slyly.]

[ He knew entirely what Abduxel meant by regret it. And Dorian wanted to see what he would do, how he would get what he wanted. So, despite all the pleasure he felt, despite the fact that he was obviously enjoying this, enjoying the demon pressing his body against his, grinding and pressing, he kept himself from moaning, from showing any signs of pleasure.

Behind that half-cocked smirk, Dorian was biting the hell out of his tongue, trying to keep himself quiet and keep himself from showing just how much he loved this.

Do it, Abduxel. Make him regret it. ]

[Abduxel's grin broadens as he realized Dorian is being a little asshole on purpose. He leans in closer, increasing the pressure still, verging on uncomfortable by vanilla standards. In a quiet, dark voice,]

Alright, we can play that game.

[He brings his mouth to Dorian's apparently untouched neck, opens it and places his teeth against him like he's about to bite, but then he doesn't. Pulls back. He repeats this a couple of times, teasing his way down Dorian's neck and chest. If you're gonna deny him he's gonna deny you too.

Well, except that hand grinding hard between Dorian's legs still. He doesn't have a will of steel, here.

He brings his free hand up now, places his nails against Dorian's skin, runs them across his chest and shoulders just barely scratching. Keeping him waiting for the pain Abduxel knows he wants, and keeping him guessing at when it's going to happen. Maybe in a moment he'll hurt him, but for now he's gently flicking his tongue against one of Dorian's nipples.]

[ Dorian prepares himself for the pain, for Abduxel's teeth to sink into his skin...and then nothing happens. And nothing happens again. Oh that bitch. Dorian can't help but let out a small laugh, which morphs into a noise of pleasure as Abduxel's hand keeps grinding between his legs.

As the demon's hands run across his chest, Dorian moves his hands from Abduxel's hips to his neck, fingers lightly trailing the skin, stopping once he reaches Abduxel's head. By this point, Abduxel's tongue is flicking Dorian's nipple, a sensation which he absolutely loves.

He runs his hands through the other man's hair, while pushing his head closer to his chest all the while. ]

[Leave it to a demon to figure out how to punish a masochist.

But he doesn't keep it up forever. After what he figures is long enough of torturous-not-torture, he finally bites down on Dorian's nipple. A test bite first, and then harder, whatever it takes to get a noise out of him.

That wandering hand now grips Dorian's neck. Not to actually choke, but as a symbol of control.]

[ It works. Dorian lets out a small yelp of pain as Abduxel's teeth clamp down hard on his nipple. That was unexpected and that, in a wonderful way, hurt.

As his hand grips Dorian's neck, the immortal can't help but smirk a little bit. And then, he leans into the grasp. It's partly calling Abduxel out, taunting him to actually do it, but it's also a sign of trust on Dorian's part. He trusts Abduxel and wants to see just what the other man's limits are. ]

[What Dorian will quickly learn is that Abduxel is very easily taunted.

He feels a spike of excitement as he pulls that yelp from Dorian. And the man keeps goading him farther. His eyes flick up to look at the other man's face with a predatory gleam.

Reacting to Dorian leaning into the grasp, he grips his neck roughly while still maintaining that hard bite, pushing his fingers into the sides of Dorian's throat while pinching his nipple between his teeth. He doesn't completely cut off the airway in that chokehold, but restricts it. The other hand is still between his legs, but releases the pressure entirely now and ceases the hard grind, as if he's just gently resting his hand there - so that Dorian would have to move his own body to get any pleasurable friction. Squirm for me.]

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