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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."

Pagan takes in a breath and pulls him into a kiss, encouraging him closer. "Good. Just a little incentive to come visit."

"You say that like I don't already have incentive. My incentive is you." And he takes Pagan fully in hand at that point, shitty little grin on Dorian's face as he continues to work the man.

Now that is good. He continues to run his hands along his sides, deliberately not traveling lower. Not yet.

But as he kisses him, when he feels himself harden, he reaches down to still Dorian's hands. "Turn over," he whispers in his ears.

"But then I won't get to see your face," Dorian briefly pouts. He does turn over, though: he's just being a bit of a fussy little baby about it. After all, he likes seeing people's expressions when they fuck, he likes to know he's the one they're entirely focused on.

"Yes, but this way I can take care of you," he says, sliding an arm around his chest, playfully pinching his nipple as his other hand reaches into his nightstand. "Don't worry, I'll make enough noise that you can imagine it."

"You better." He grins, adjusting his position so that he's facing Pagan's bed. "I want to know exactly what you're doing."

"Right now, I'm think of gagging you, but there's no fun in that," he teases. After recapping the container in his hand, he takes a moment before he finally actually pushes inside of him.

"Oooh, don't like it when your partner's mouthy?" he teases in return. "Well you've picked a poor—ohhhh Christ."

And it's at that moment when Pagan pushes inside of him where Dorian gets a bit less talkative as he lets out a groan of pleasure.

Pagan takes it slow, not wanting to hurt him, but he does press him close, his chest to Dorian's back.

"I do like you mouthy," he mutters behind his ear, wrapping one leg around Dorian's. "But I like you begging just as much."

"Then get to work," Dorian grins. He presses upward, learning against Pagan, grin on his face as he indulges in the skin to skin contact. "You've got a bit to get there."

"You're full of bullshit," he tells him, pushing more inside of him and holding him fast, one hand on his hip to keep him from moving. He puts teeth against his shoulder, biting hard.

Dorian lets out a small groan of happiness. He doesn't struggle against Pagan, only moving just enough so that he can feel the tension of being held back as he tries to move. The bite is fucking phenomenal. So much so that Dorian lets out a laugh of happiness as it happens.

He continues to hold him before moving his hips. The angle makes him moan, the heat of him driving him mad. But he doesn't forget his promise. He is loud, hands roaming Dorian's chest and stomach before he takes him in his hand as well. He's going to take care of him,, just like he said.

"There we go," he murmurs, as he feels Pagan's hand on his prick. "That—" And he lets out a hiss of pleasure which soon morphs into a low groan.

He lets out a low chuckle. "Yes," he purrs. "Just like that, hm?" He rests his forehead against Dorian's shoulder, rocking harder into him.

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