Dorian frowns a little bit, thinking things over, before he can't help but laugh. "Find someone who'll beat me up or tie me up and you'll have a grand evening."
For all that Dorian is comfortable being an obnoxious dom, taking the reins of things and being the boss, there's a part of him that's secretly a huge, bratty sub.
His grins goes wide for a few moments before he licks his lip and takes a swig.
"Think I can manage that." Sweeney's mind is already digging through ideas and putting things together. A grand evening indeed.
"Nothin' that might leave a scar," he notes, confirming he remembers Dorian's boundaries.
"Can't 'magine there's much ya haven't tried, or I might look fer somethin' up that alley." The man isn't that old, but he is highly motivated in the realm of debauchery.
"Honestly? There might actually be a few things I haven't tried," Dorian admits. He takes another drink before continuing.
"In my world, most of the supernatural is under the radar. I've fucked vampires before, but that's about it? There are people of all sorts here, so if you can find...I don't know, a werewolf or a wizard or something like that, then there we go, something I haven't tried."
"Hm." Sweeney considers it, then kills his glass and pours another one.
Having been a Leprechaun for a long time, running with gods and jinn and all sorts of otherworldlies, it's just not that peculiar to be with someone...unique. Of course, this place is full of folk with parts like tentacles and pinchers, so it doesn't seem like it's off the table.
"I'll see who I can come up with." His head tips to add a caveat. "No promises."
"Of course," Dorian says, with a little nod. "I wouldn't expect any promises to begin with." After all, they might not even find some sort of otherworldy person who's up for fucking a stranger and voyeurism in the first place.
"Still, if you can't find some other sort of supernatural slut out there, I'm sure you can find someone who'd want to boss me around for a night."
"Oh-ho, of that I have no doubt." He smirks at his glass and brings it to his lips.
"Chance ta see ya answer fer that smart mouth an' put its tongue ta good use?" Sweeney's eyes take a brief slip along the ceiling. A cheeky arch sets in his brow.
"Don't s'ppose ya take on weekly arrangements," Sweeney casually queries. "Or at least a weekend one."
He's confident he could fill the time. And it would be something new and exotic for him as well. Overnights aren't uncommon for him, depending on who he's with, but he hasn't ever taken a whore for longer.
His tongue runs along his teeth as he mulls. Sweeney takes down a cigarette and presses it between his lips while he digs for his lighter.
"How many rounds ya think ya could take in one night?" He flicks it opens, lights the cigarette, and snaps it shut. He favors the first drag, his eyes fixed on Dorian in consideration.
"Three," Dorian answers. "Four, if we stagger it right and depending on what people want."
After all, it's easier for him to go for giving people three blowjobs and getting fucked once instead of getting fucked three times and giving one blowjob.
Sweeney accepts the information, his mind painting blurry pictures as he tries to put all the potential pieces together.
"How many times can ya go?" He gestures vaguely towards Dorian's lap with his cigarette. Best to know where and when to make use of such things. Don't want to tap him empty too early.
Yeah, Dorian's getting what Sweeney's putting down.
"Twice," he answers. "Three times if I'm pushing it and I'm not drawing it out—and you needn't worry, I can draw it out for a long as I want. But again, we'll need to stagger it."
He nods, tucking away the information. Another long drag, and Sweeney taps his ash.
"Ya have a preference between women an' men?" There's no guarantee the answer will factor in too heavily on their activities, but it's still good to know.
Not surprising, and Sweeney doesn't seem disappointed, though they can probably both guess his interest lies towards women. Watching is a different bird from doing, after all. Dorian's open to the options, and that's what matters.
"How 'bout group things?" He's quick to clarify. "Not thinkin' a herd. Most likely three. Five at the most."
One corner of his lips curl, threatening a dimple before he releases it with a drag of his cigarette. He can definitely work with that.
"Anythin' else ya've been missin'?" Sweeney tips his head to one side. "Or that 'bout do ya?" It's obvious from his tone that he's completely fine with continuing to listen to the man's wants, should he have some that haven't been touched on.
"Good. Hopefully that will make fer some...enthusiasm when I get back in town." Sweeney knows this will likely be worth the wait.
He glances to the handful of coins on the ground that had fallen with the stool. His gaze returns to Dorian with a tip of his head.
"Fer services rendered." More than he would normally tip, but fuck it.
"Take the rest of the night ta yerself." Sweeney adds a warning. "I'm gonna be in there drinkin', so don't let me see ya takin' other folk on when yer time's been paid fer." A deal's a deal.
Dorian's eyes widen before he gives Sweeney a nod. He stands up before starting to scoop up the coins for himself.
"If you see me with anyone else, know that they came over of their own free will." Dorian gives Sweeney a little smirk, getting back up to his feet. "After all, I'm sure I charmed both Rose and Thomas."
"Talkin's fine." Sweeney is serious, but doesn't have a hard edge.
"Just tell 'em ya'll catch them tomorrow." His brow arches neatly. "Or we can stay in here, an' I can watch yer second go." It's really up to Dorian. Sweeney's content to get his money's worth, however that happens.
There's a moment before he lets out a small chuckle.
"We'll see how the night goes," Dorian says, as he stands up. This time, he actually grabs his shirt and the rest of his clothes. "No matter what, I look forward to working with you again."
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For all that Dorian is comfortable being an obnoxious dom, taking the reins of things and being the boss, there's a part of him that's secretly a huge, bratty sub.
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"Think I can manage that." Sweeney's mind is already digging through ideas and putting things together. A grand evening indeed.
"Nothin' that might leave a scar," he notes, confirming he remembers Dorian's boundaries.
"Can't 'magine there's much ya haven't tried, or I might look fer somethin' up that alley." The man isn't that old, but he is highly motivated in the realm of debauchery.
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"In my world, most of the supernatural is under the radar. I've fucked vampires before, but that's about it? There are people of all sorts here, so if you can find...I don't know, a werewolf or a wizard or something like that, then there we go, something I haven't tried."
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Having been a Leprechaun for a long time, running with gods and jinn and all sorts of otherworldlies, it's just not that peculiar to be with someone...unique. Of course, this place is full of folk with parts like tentacles and pinchers, so it doesn't seem like it's off the table.
"I'll see who I can come up with." His head tips to add a caveat. "No promises."
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"Still, if you can't find some other sort of supernatural slut out there, I'm sure you can find someone who'd want to boss me around for a night."
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"Chance ta see ya answer fer that smart mouth an' put its tongue ta good use?" Sweeney's eyes take a brief slip along the ceiling. A cheeky arch sets in his brow.
"Ya sure one night would sate 'em?"
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"I suspect they'll want to be back for more later."
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He's confident he could fill the time. And it would be something new and exotic for him as well. Overnights aren't uncommon for him, depending on who he's with, but he hasn't ever taken a whore for longer.
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And honestly, the more they talk about this, the more interested Dorian's becoming.
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"How many rounds ya think ya could take in one night?" He flicks it opens, lights the cigarette, and snaps it shut. He favors the first drag, his eyes fixed on Dorian in consideration.
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After all, it's easier for him to go for giving people three blowjobs and getting fucked once instead of getting fucked three times and giving one blowjob.
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"How many times can ya go?" He gestures vaguely towards Dorian's lap with his cigarette. Best to know where and when to make use of such things. Don't want to tap him empty too early.
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"Twice," he answers. "Three times if I'm pushing it and I'm not drawing it out—and you needn't worry, I can draw it out for a long as I want. But again, we'll need to stagger it."
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"Ya have a preference between women an' men?" There's no guarantee the answer will factor in too heavily on their activities, but it's still good to know.
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"How 'bout group things?" He's quick to clarify. "Not thinkin' a herd. Most likely three. Five at the most."
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"Anythin' else ya've been missin'?" Sweeney tips his head to one side. "Or that 'bout do ya?" It's obvious from his tone that he's completely fine with continuing to listen to the man's wants, should he have some that haven't been touched on.
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Indeed, he's still grinning like an idiot.
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He glances to the handful of coins on the ground that had fallen with the stool. His gaze returns to Dorian with a tip of his head.
"Fer services rendered." More than he would normally tip, but fuck it.
"Take the rest of the night ta yerself." Sweeney adds a warning. "I'm gonna be in there drinkin', so don't let me see ya takin' other folk on when yer time's been paid fer." A deal's a deal.
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"If you see me with anyone else, know that they came over of their own free will." Dorian gives Sweeney a little smirk, getting back up to his feet. "After all, I'm sure I charmed both Rose and Thomas."
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"Just tell 'em ya'll catch them tomorrow." His brow arches neatly. "Or we can stay in here, an' I can watch yer second go." It's really up to Dorian. Sweeney's content to get his money's worth, however that happens.
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"We'll see how the night goes," Dorian says, as he stands up. This time, he actually grabs his shirt and the rest of his clothes. "No matter what, I look forward to working with you again."
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"I'll do my best ta make it interestin'." Sweeney's sure as fuck it will be. His blood is already starting to travel downward at the very thought.
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And with a small little nod of his head, Dorian turns to leave the room and head back to his own.