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"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.

"Perfect." Dorian leans into Pagan, enjoying the feel of the man, loving just how damn close the two of them are. His cock stiffens with pleasure as he feels Pagan's hand on it. At the same time, he adjusts his position slightly, pressing himself closer into Pagan so the man has more to touch.

He promised Dorian that he would make noise, and so he does, occasionally giving his neck and shoulder a bite. He doesn't let go, even as he starts to build. And with a hard move into him, against him, he finishes with a soft cry. But still moves his hand, wanting to hear him come apart.

And come apart Dorian does. He lets out a very shameless groan as he spills himself in Pagan's hand. It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath before he lets out a small laugh.

"You need to get Misty graduated as soon as fucking possible so we can do that again, every day, for the rest of our lives."

He kisses his shoulder once before pulling out of him with a chuckle. "Or you could just wait."

Pagan sits up and wanders to a nearby sink to clean himself off.

"You say that, but I'm terrible at waiting," he teases. Dorian just lounges in his own filth and mess for a moment, mostly so he can watch Pagan clean and get to work.

"Besides, I can just make you do all the work instead."

Pagan returns with a towel and drops it on Dorian's chest. "Clean up before you sleep in my bed like that," he laughs.

"And I will do no such work."

"Sorry, can't hear you!" Dorian teases as he starts to clean himself up. He can do that much at least. "Looks like you're going to have to do the work as I am simply fundamentally lazy."

He crawls back into bed with him, wrapping an arm around his middle before kissing his shoulder. "Mm, I suppose I'll have to simply whip you into shape."

"I hope you're talking literally."

Please be talking literally. Holy shit does Dorian very visibly want to be beat up like that.

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