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[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.]

[ And, as Crozier probably expected, Dorian leans into the man's grasp. He feels Crozier's hand against his throat and his hand on his cock and it's absolutely utterly delightful. ]

If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have said so, [ he rasps, shit-eating grin on his face. ] I only respond to orders.

[It's a song-and-dance, and he's happy to play along. He stops pressing on his neck long enough to backhand him across the face, hoping the shock will quiet him down.

He doesn't stop moving his other hand though.]

[ Dorian delights in this. His eyes shine with excitement as Crozier backhands him. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks up at the captain with sheer, blatant lust in his eyes. It'll shut him up for a moment.

He is going to suck this man's dick so well later.

He lets out a small moan of pleasure before that little shitty brat part of Dorian's brain takes over and he purrs, ] That's not an order.

[He laughs softly. Oh, he enjoyed that, did he? Crozier grabs his head, twisting his hair in his fist, and kisses him again with tongue and teeth. He groans into his mouth; hot damn.]

[ And Dorian groans right back. He pulls against Crozier's grasp, enjoying the feeling of having his hair being tugged, enjoying the tongue and teeth. His prick is standing at attention, ready to spill at almost any moment. Dorian is enjoying the hell out of this, slowly getting close to release. ]

[He kisses him again, hard, hand still moving along his prick hard and fast. He gives another sharp tug to Dorian's hair, yanking his head back so he can bite and suck at his throat.]

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