Which I will happily place on your prick, [ Dorian grins. He leans in to give Crozier a quick kiss before trailing kisses down his stomach. When he reaches the man's prick, he leans down to take him entirely in his mouth. ]
[ Dorian continues to work Crozier, tongue tracing patterns on the man's cock. Occasionally, his teeth scrape, just a little too deeply, not enough to draw blood but enough for Crozier to feel it. As far as Dorian's concerned, Crozier's not going to forget this. ]
[ Dorian continues to work Crozier, sucking the man off. As he does, he adjusts his position so that he can rest his hand on Crozier's inner thigh. He's radiating a smug energy as he continues to try and push him even further towards climax. ]
[Dorian doesn’t have to work this hard, but Crozier appreciates the effort. He gives a final deep groan and spends, hips rocking even after his prick had finished.]
[ And don't mind Dorian if he leans down in juuuust the right way so that Crozier gets a full glimpse of his bare ass as he does so. When he finds his pajama pants, Dorian slips them on: no underwear, no shirt. Instead, he reaches up to tug on the light switch and turn off the lights before flopping down on the bed next to Crozier. ]
[Crozier makes the decision that one day he'll have to give that arse a good, hard whack with his hand. As Dorian flops down he once more slides his arm around him.]
[ Surprise: Dorian's a starved for affection cuddle bug. He snuggles up right next to Crozier, only extricating himself for a moment so he can slip under the bedsheets. ]
Good night, Francis. I'll make us breakfast in the morning.
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Thank you. You're a man of singular tastes.
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Now, let me see if I can help you with what you want.
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You have a lovely mouth…
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Jesus, mn…
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Post coital-bliss is a good look for you.
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I’m hoping you’re eager to see it more often.
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[He trails his hand down Dorian’s face, along his chest.]
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You're sleeping with me tonight. You're staying in my bed, cuddled right up to me, and you'll wake up with me in the morning.
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Is that an order, mn?
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[And who'd have thought, he's feeling perfectly comfortable lying here in this bed with Dorian. He leans forward to press another kiss to his lips.]
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Want to borrow some pajamas?
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[Because when Dorian stands up, Crozier is definitely going to stare. Even as he reaches for the dressing gown to pull it back onto him.]
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Good night, Francis. I'll make us breakfast in the morning.
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