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"I'm a terrible supernatural creature," Dorian rebuts like it's the most obvious thing ever.

"That is true," he says without clarification, gently running his fingers through Dorian's hair. "And so, you are likely the most annoying of them all."

"I can admit to that," he chuckles. "I know I'm a pain. Might as well live up to it."

"Ah yes, yes. You are too old and set in your ways. I see."

He says it quote fondly, though.

"What can I say, I'm an old fart," he grins, cuddling up next to Pagan.

He turns, pressing a kiss to his temple before settling in. "Well, you're an old fart who will watch this show with me, drink some tea, and then I'll fuck you senseless. How's that sound?"

And he casually sits forward to flip on the laptop again and start the show.

"I think I'll be fine with that," he says, with a smile. "One last little attempt at normalcy for the two of us."

"It isn't an attempt," he promises, starting the show. "It is normal. As long as you promise to at least stay the night."

"I will," Dorian responds, with no hesitation. "For the rest of the night, I'm all yours."

He'll take it. It's meager and not what he wants, but he still cuddles in close to him, finishing his tea and pulling him close to hold him tightly.

They watch the tv show in silence for a bit. But not too long after, Dorian leans in lightly hold Pagan's chin. He gently moves the man's face towards him so he can give him a gentle yet passionate kiss on the lips.

He happily succumbs to the kiss, placing his hands on his hips. "I'm glad you're here," he tells him in a soft whisper.

"You'll always have a place in my world," Dorian quietly continues, moving a hand down to Pagan's thigh. He gives it a little squeeze before giving the man a small, gentle, tentative smile.

"I know you might not want it. But it'll always be there."

It's a nice little dream, he knows. "Perhaps that is a dream I can indulge tonight," he tells him, sliding off of the couch and standing up, reaching out a hand to him. "Come on. Let's get somewhere more comfortable."

"The bedroom it is," Dorian muses, as he slides off the couch as well. "Lead the way, love."

He takes his hand, gently guiding him towards the bedroom so he can pull him down onto it. He needs to kiss him properly again.

While on the bed, Dorian hooks a leg around Pagan, holding the man close to him as he ruffles his hair and goes in for another proper kiss. He needs this. He wants this. He'll miss this so damn much and he wants to go ahead and enjoy it as long as possible.

Pagan isn't in a hurry to finish, but he is in a hurry to get started. He gently works at Dorian's clothes, trying to get them off and onto the floor as quickly as possible.

At the same time, Dorian's hands go to Pagan's trousers as he attempts to get those off as quickly as possible. Hell yes, this is what he wants. "Someone's impatient," he teases. "You want me as quickly as possible."

"Shut up," he grumbles into his skin, making marks along his neck. They won't last, but they're fun to create.

He pushes his trousers from his hips, letting them fall to the floor beside him.

The marks are fun to create and Dorian is very receptive to them. Each bite, each little nibble gets a small groan and a laugh of pleasure as he feels Pagan's teeth against his neck. He loves this. And he's perfectly fine indulging in those little bites, those little nips for as long as Pagan lets him. Hell, he'll even reward Pagan with a quick little pinch to his ass that quickly turns into a firm squeeze.

He laughs, enjoying the noises of pleasure he gets from Dorian, as well. He's a delight, and Pagan is more than eager to enjoy him.

The squeeze gives him a laugh. "Alright, you little brat, I'll give you what you want, hm?" He moves to the side so he can spoon him properly, rocking his hips against him teasingly as his hands roam along his chest.

Dorian laughs, giving Pagan's ass another tight squeeze, grin on his face as he enjoys the feeling of hands on his chest.

"You spoil me too much. Maybe that's why I'm such a brat. Make me suffer through some exquisite torture and I might be better behaved."

He gives a nipple a pinch.

"Ah, Dorian, you're begging for something I'd love to give you. But I'll make you a promise." He bites at his earlobe. "The next time we see each other, I'll make you hurt."

"Careful," Dorian laughs, as he lightly trails his hand towards Pagan's cock. He doesn't start working him. He just lightly traces his fingers on the tip of it, enjoying the sensation.

"I'll hold you to it."

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