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If you don't like it, you can always go back to what you were wearing before, [ Dorian smiles. ] You can even take off the nail polish if you want—though I'd recommend waiting until that dried.

Oh, don't play coy. You know I'm enjoying this.

[And he especially wants to see how it looks when it dries.]

I know you are, [ he laughs. ] I'm enjoying it too.

[ The second hand's done. Dorian sets the bottle back on the side table before, without even thinking, taking Crozier's hand in his own to lightly blow on the nails again, as if that would speed up the drying process. ]

Right. Don't brush them up against anything or bump them on anything for the next five minutes while the polish dries. You can sit here and talk with me instead.

[He doesn't question Dorian's methods, having never painted his nails before. It does feel terribly intimate though, and he can't help but turn his head away.]

You mean, continue to sit here and talk with you.

I do indeed mean just that, [ he grins. ]

If you ever get bored, I'm a chatty little bitch. I can find a story to distract you.

That's why I came, I thought you might distract me.

[ A moment's pause before he asks, ]

What am I distracting you from?

[Dorian's disarmed him just enough that there's only a brief moment of hesitation before he answers. He frowns softly.]

I'm missing someone. [And he's lonely.]

Well. [ There's a pause before Dorian tiredly laughs, ] That makes two of us.

[A nod, and his smile turns sympathetic.] Everyone's missing someone, aren't they?

That we are, [ he sighs. ] I suppose what matters is how we decide to best cope with the missing.

Me? I invited myself over to a friend's cabin and get my nails painted.

[He laughs softly and brings his nails up to his face to inspect the drying color.]

Thank you, Dorian. It's helped.

[ Don't say it. Don't say it. Good people don't take advantage of the fact that their friend is sad and depressed to try and make themselves less sad and depressed.

But then again, Dorian isn't a good person. ]

I could help even more if you want.

[ He moves his hand to lightly rest on Crozier's thigh. ]

[Crozier looks down at the hand. There's no mistaking Dorian's intention, his delicately-posed question.

He pauses slightly, then covers Dorian's hand with his own.]

I wouldn't be opposed.

[In fact, he'd quite like it, and doesn't let Dorian get another word in before he leans forward and presses his lips to his.]

[ And Dorian leans in as well, enjoying the feeling of Crozier's lips on his. His grip tightens a little, not moving his hand from Crozier's inner thigh. He indulges in the kiss, taking it long and sensual before he pulls back for air. ]

I should kiss you more often, [ he quietly teases, a small smile on his face. ]

[Crozier nudges their faces together again in response, feeling the smirk against his lips until he’s kissed it away. He holds Dorian’s hand at his thigh, then draws it up to hold to his shoulder.]

[ Dorian enjoys the feeling of being held close, of Francis moving his hand, of just skin to skin contact. This is dangerous and he knows it.

He gives Francis's shoulder a little squeeze, before letting out a small laugh. So hey, don't mind him as he pulls himself more into Francis's lap and goes on for another kiss. And, without thinking, Dorian's free hand goes to his own shirt. He wants to get out of these clothes and he wants to get out of them as soon as possible. ]

[Jesus.

Jesus. He exhales as Dorian's weight settles onto his lap, hand reaching up to very carefully touch his hair.

It is dangerous, but he isn't thinking that right now. He just wants to kiss and be kissed, touch and be touched.]

[ This is dangerous. And Dorian knows it. Francis is his friend, you don't fuck friends, not unless you're willing for everything to change underneath your feet. But hell. Doesn't he deserve a little distraction?

Dorian's managed to unbutton his shirt, letting it sit against his open chest. His hand then reaches around Francis, holding the man around his waist, pulling him close before he starts to slip his fingers between cloth and skin. He wants to grab that ass, thank you very much. ]

[There are certain benefits to wearing a dressing gown and nothing else, and this is one of them. Crozier sighs softly, mouth parting as he presses back against him, hand moving to touch his bare chest in appreciation.

Christ, he's beautiful.]

[ The feeling of Crozier's fingers on his skin is outright electric. Dorian looks over at him, slightly dopey smile on his face, as he moves his other hand to slip that dressing gown off Crozier's shoulders. ]

Come on. Let's get you fully undressed.

[The fabric falls and Crozier looks down at himself, splotches on his skin, pale hair turning gray, then at Dorian. Young forever. He isn’t certain he’d want it, but for moments like these…

Instead of dwelling he surges forward, kissing Dorian’s throat, the slope of his shoulder, along the hollows of his collarbones.]

[ Dorian adjusts his position, letting Crozier have easier access to his neck. As he does so, he moves his hand to Crozier's chest. He trails his fingers down until he's at the man's crotch.

Thank god for that dressing gown! It gives him plenty of access to start to give Crozier a handjob. ]

[He gasps softly when he feels Dorian's hand on his prick, and sits up with widened eyes.]

Are you...

[It seems fast, is this too fast?]

Only if you want me to.

[ And Dorian's hand stops. He's still there, he's still touching Crozier's prick, he's just not doing anything at the moment. ]

Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.

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