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[He laughs softly, hand reaching out to gently touch Dorian’s hair.]

I’m hoping you’re eager to see it more often.

Careful. Talk like that would give a man ideas.

I hope so.

[He trails his hand down Dorian’s face, along his chest.]

[ Dorian can only smile at Crozier, looking at him with a newfound love and interest in his eyes. ]

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.

[He laughs softly and pulls him down beside him, arm looping around his waist.]

Is that an order, mn?

Age before rank, Captain. That is absolutely an order.

One I'm happy to obey.

[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.]

[ And Dorian indulges in the kiss, lingering close to Crozier for a moment. Eventually he pulls away with a smile. ]

Want to borrow some pajamas?

Wouldn't fit. [He rubs his face and smirks.] Dressing gown's fine.

Then let me slip into a pair of pajama trousers and we can cuddle the night away.

Go on then.

[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.]

[ 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.

[God, this is lovely. He sighs and melts against him, holding him tightly to his body.]

Good night, Dorian.

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