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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.

Pagan wonders briefly if he knows how to use a whip well enough, then decides he has some time to perfect it.

"I mean it literally," he mutters, holding him close.

Dorian snuggles close to Pagan, content little smile on his face as he breathes in the man's company.

"Do that and you'll have me eating out of the palm of your hand."

He runs a hand down his back. "Go to sleep and dream about it," he teases. "That's all you'll get until you find me again, hm?"

"I will find you again," Dorian says, with absolute seriousness. He rests his head against Pagan's chest as he repeats. "I promise. I'll find you somehow."

"I know," he mutters, stroking his hair. "I adore you, Dorian Gray."

"And I adore you too, Pagan Min."

So don't mind Dorian as he leans in for a quick little kiss.

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