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[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.]

[ As Crozier puts his thumb in Dorian's mouth, the immortal lightly sucks on it. He moves his tongue around, sucking on Crozier's thumb like he might suck on the man's prick. ]

Do it. As far as I'm concerned, don't say no to temptation. Not now, not like this.

[His brow furrows. He pulls his thumb back and draws it over his lips, bending forward for one more kiss as his hand moves to Dorian's throat.]

A 'no' will suffice, at any point. [He squeezes, knowing now this is precisely what Dorian is after.] But I doubt you'll utter the word.

[ As if to prove Crozier's point, Dorian leans into his grasp, letting the man press down harder on his throat. ]

The only limits I'll pay attention to are yours. If you ever want to stop? Say so. And I'll focus on you instead.

[ But based on the look of wish and desire in his eyes, Dorian absolutely wants someone to beat him up. ]

[He considers it, the blood coursing through his veins, his prick feeling heavy between his legs. Christ, the satisfied look on Dorian's face...

He presses a bruising kiss to Dorian's lips and presses down hard, pinning him down with his body as he rocks against him.]

[ 'Satisfied' is one way of putting it. 'Enthralled' is another. Dorian lightly struggles against Crozier's grasp, mostly to be a shit, before he relents and lets Crozier rock against him. ]

Tell me what to do, [ he purrs. ] Tell me what to do and I'll listen. I'm all yours.

If I wanted you to talk, I wouldn't have my hand on your throat.

[He absolutely wants Dorian to talk, but it's so much more satisfying to snark back at him. He gives his throat another squeeze for good measure and takes his prick into his hand, stroking him at an unyielding pace.]

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