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[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.

[He knows what he wants. He wants his mouth on Dorian; he wants to suck his neck and dig his fingers into his skin. He wants to feel that pretty, perfect skin and kiss him raw.]

Take off the rest of your clothes.

[ Dorian gives Crozier a nod and a smile. And then, making a bit of a show of it, he slips off his shirt. A moment later his hands go to his trousers as he starts to unbutton them.

He is absolutely fine being a tease. ]

[Crozier watches him intently, enjoying the little show...at least for a while. He quickly becomes impatient though, and reaches for the front of his trousers to roughly yank them open.

As he does, he admires his fingernails. He looks damn good doing it.]

[ He laughs, looking over at Crozier with a grin as the man yanks his trousers open. ]

Touchy touchy! Why Frank, it seems like you want this. That you're ready and waiting, just so desperate to get to my cock.

[Once his trousers are mostly shucked down, Crozier grabs Dorian's ass and pushes him onto the bed. He grins a little wickedly and leans down to kiss his neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive part of his throat.]

[ That does things to Dorian. It becomes very obvious very fast that the throat is a sensitive spot on Dorian's both as he just lets out a shudder and a groan of sheer lust and pleasure when Crozier's teeth touch his skin. That's it. Right there. Do it again and keep doing it. ]

Fuck, [ he hisses, before wriggling his legs slightly so he can fully kick his trousers off. Once they're gone, he adjusts his position to hook a leg around Crozier's waist, holding him tight. ]

[Christ, does it feel good to have someone tugging him close and groaning underneath him. He grunts and bites a spot on his neck, sucking until it’s a lovely shade of red.

All the while he’s pushing his hips back against his, feeling his prick stir against Dorian’s thigh.]

[ Crozier is about to learn a fact that plenty of people have learned before: Dorian likes being bossed around. He lets out a small little laugh of delight at the bites, holding his position so that Crozier has full access to his neck.

He can feel the man's prick against his thigh and knows that his own prick will be pushing up against Crozier's chest soon enough—and that it's already starting to harden a bit. He adjusts his position so that he can reach up, grabbing Crozier's shoulders and outright digging his nails into the man as he pins him down on top of him. ]

[This sailor is more than capable of bossing this lovely man around. He kisses down to his chest, biting one of his nipples and then sucking until it’s hard and (hopefully) Dorian is keening from want.

He reaches down to graze his hand over Dorian’s cock, wanting to feel him for himself.]

[ Dorian lets out a hiss of pleasure, before letting out a laugh as he feels Crozier's hand against his cock—which yep, is very firm at the moment. He's firm with lust, digging his fingers into Crozier's skin as he groans, ]

Bite me again. Work me, grab me, make me bleed.

[He takes Dorian in his hand and obliges, biting down hard on his shoulder as he begins to stroke him.]

I could devour you. I have a feeling you'd enjoy it.

Oh, I would, [ he laughs. ] I'd be entirely at your mercy. You'd be able to break me in half and I'd be begging you for more. And you'd like that, wouldn't you? A gorgeous man like myself, putty in your hands.

[He would like it, very much so. He raises his head and slides his hand up to take hold of Dorian's face, smiling softly.]

It'd be quite the sight. You're so very beautiful, you know.

[He brushes his thumb over Dorian's mouth, then pushes it past his lips.]

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