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[brushoff]

"You've reached the inbox of one Dorian Gray. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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[epistemological]

[ That... wasn't what he'd planned on, not only because he's not sure how possible it is but because it isn't how he usually proceeds. For now, though, he's focused on what he intends. Which is to get Dorian naked from the waste down so that he can focus on what he is good at.

His hands are sure and steady and solid enough, and by the time he's pushing Dorian's clothing to the floor, he's aiming to have his mouth on Dorian's jawline to, teeth and tongue and unending attention. ]

Re: audio

[brushoff]

[ Sorry Jon, Dorian's plans are a bit different!

When Jon has his mouth on Dorian's jawline, disorganized l Dorian tilts his head to the side. It's partly for easier access, partly to show Jon his neck. Kiss there next, please!

His hands go to Jon's back, fingernails digging in as he feels his own clothes slip away. ]

NSFW moving forward

[epistemological]

[ His neck was the next intended destination, and he isn't shy: nips and suction and the occasional harder bite in between kisses and brushes of lips. All of it is terribly expressive, an adoration for Dorian in every movement even as his hands separate in task: one to close smoothly around his length as he begins to stroke and the other around to grab at his ass and give it a firm squeeze. ]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian lets out a happy little moan of pleasure as he feels Jon's hand around his prick. He leans in, small grin on his face as he just drinks all of this in. ]

You're wonderful, [ Dorian laughs. ] You wonderful, amazing man. You make me feel—ahhh fuck, I haven't felt this good in a while.

[epistemological]

[ The happy moan from Dorian, the laughter... Jon's delight comes straight from those, and he'll do what he can to get Dorian's top half as unclothed as the bottom so he can start kissing his way down. Shoulders, along the clavicle, down the chest. He might test to see if his nipples are sensitive at all, flick his tongue on one, run his teeth across them. And while he does, that hand will keep stroking. It might even wander down to play with his sac. Unlike usually?

He doesn't have much to say. He's busy.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian's prick stiffens under Jon's grasp. This feels fucking phenomenal. He can feel himself start to stiffen, start to firm up. He's so close to release—and evry time Jon touches his nipple, he moves closer to it. ]

I'm going to cum soon, [ he groans. ] You're going to make me cum.

[epistemological]

[ He can't quite help himself, but the words are kept smooth and low and pitched to slide across the skin as much as anything else. ]

That is the objective at the moment, Dorian.

[ Dorian seems particularly sensitive there, so he'll take the time to give those nipples their due attention, and he'll let his fingers slip back up to circle around his prick. He'll grip a little more firmly before he starts a good steady stroke in time with the lap of his tongue against one hard nub. ]

[brushoff]

Just wanted to make you awa—

[ Nope, there we go. Dorian lets out a groan of pleasure as he feels himself release, spilling all over Jon's hand. He looks over at the man with an absolutely besotted smile as he gives Jon a wide grin. ]

Now that? That was fucking phenomenal.

[epistemological]

[ Jon will take the time to work him down gently with a rather wry smile on his face. ]

Well, I am glad to hear I haven't gone rusty.

[ And he'll give Dorian one more kiss before lifting his hand to his mouth to lick it clean. It's equal parts fastidiousness and curiosity, a way to taste another part of him, to experience him differently, and Jon's bright eyes show all of that as he makes quick work of it. ]

Now, may I-

[ It's clear he intends to slip down and clean Dorian up essentially the same way. ]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian laughs. It's a delighted little laugh, eyes sparkling with excitement as he points out, ]

Be my guest. Though don't get yourself too clean, I intend to make you just as filthy as I currently am.

[epistemological]

Oh well, if you'd rather I don't put my mouth to work there, I mean, I certainly don't have to-

[brushoff]

This is that dirty talk again, [ Dorian interrupts. ] You don't need to clean up because I'm going to suck your prick or give you a handjob and make you cum all over yourself.

[epistemological]

I know what it is, Dorian.

[ And he'll lean up to kiss his cheek. ]

I'm teasing you.

[brushoff]

You shit, [ said affectionately. ]

Come on, [ he says, as he stands upright. ] Lay back down on this bed so I can fuck you senseless.

[epistemological]

[ Dorian standing naked there is... well, it's a little ridiculous. But Jon swallows and it has nothing to do with that, exactly. ]

I, um... I'm not-

[ A deep breath in. ]

I don't want you to be... surprised, all right?

[brushoff]

Why would I be surprised?

[ wait a moment. ]

Oh my God, don't tell me that you've got a tentacle or eyes down there or anything like that?

[ Dorian is smiling like an idiot. This is a man who is 100% down to clown with tentacle sex. ]

[epistemological]

[ Oh Christ, he takes a moment and scrubs at his face. Ahhhhh. Shit. ]

No.

I, um-

[ He looks at the ceiling for a second before turning back to Dorian. ]

You are aware I'm- that is, I don't-

[ A pause. ]

I'm not hard. Nothing we're doing really- you, naked, as lovely as you are to look at, it doesn't-

I don't- usually, I-

[ Ugggggggh. ]

Sex doesn't... do much for me. Sensuality, touching, warmth, I- I very much enjoy that. I'd love to lay with you naked and discuss anything you want. I even- I even like taking care of my partner that way, because I can see how much they enjoy it. That makes it worth it for me. But the physical-

[ He deflates a bit. ]

Honestly, I'd rather have a wank in the shower to get the whole thing done with for my health and leave it at that.

[brushoff]

[ There's a pause as Dorian takes all this in.

Right. Well. Hmm. ]

Considering that I like to make people orgasm, I'm definitely going to have to find...mmm an equivalent exchange for that.

[ He's trying very hard to keep a neutral face because he loves Jon, he adores the man, he loves his company and would do anything he asks. But it's obvious that whereas Jon might be a 3 on the 'acts of sex are my love language' scale, Dorian is a 30. ]

Maybe I could jack you off in the shower?

[epistemological]

You could, um...

[ Christ, this is awkward ]

I'm very much a fan of backrubs and, um, petting my hair, my back: touch. Closeness. Kissing; I could kiss you for ages, I think. Or listen to you talk about things. N-not even supernatural things, just- music or movies or something. And, um...

I do like- [ just a little sheepish ] l-looking at you. T-the way I did earlier. It's- it's very good.

[brushoff]

Right.

[ He is going to have to reconsider how the world works. ]

Then maybe we can lie on your bed and I can give you a backrub while telling you about...hell, I don't know, my old band?

[epistemological]

[ Jon immediately looks a great deal more enthused. He nods as he reaches down and carefully starts to pull off his shirt. There's some hesitance as he gets to the point of actually pulling it off, as he knows that the ribs missing make his chest look a bit odd and his waist even thinner than it ought to be and that the stab wounds never really look any better, but... at least there are a great deal less worm holes? ]

Should I- I mean, of course.

[ And he'll crawl onto the bed, turning to give Dorian a hopeful smile. ]

[brushoff]

Oh, stop worrying, [ Dorian points out, shoving down any secret irritation at the fact that he was denied the handjob or blowjob opportunity and pushing it all behind a little grin of his own. He climbs up on the bed, positioning himself so that he's behind Jon. He starts to rub small circles on the man's back, trying not to think about what must have caused all those stab wounds. ]

The band was called Dorian Gray and the Hedonists because of course we were. And we were mod.

[epistemological]

[ He will, at least, get to see the results of his work, a singular and unique shift in Jon. He's not, at least publicly, a terribly sensual person. He's got a personal space bubble a mile wide unless you are on a very small list of people he wants to fall over onto but even then, it's a very different thing from the languid relaxation and the soft sounds that slip between his breaths happening now. He almost sounds dazed as he notes- ]

Christ, I can imagine the haircuts now. Probably cut people with the line of your suits.

[brushoff]

I rode a Vespa.

[ He says that with the utmost pride in his voice. You're getting a back rub from a cliche, Jon. Dorian saw the mod subculture and went full tilt into it. ]

We even had a confrontation with some rockers. Granted, that was mostly because the leader of the rockers turned out to be an extra-dimensional being that could whip the crowd into a frenzy, but that's the unique Dorian Gray spin on that nonsense.

[epistemological]

You're ridiculous. A beautiful farce. I'm sorry I didn't get to see it.

[ He sounds so relaxed, all melted chocolate and whipped cream. Even if it's not sex, it's clear he's greatly enjoying this, having Dorian's hands on him.]

You told me about the rocker, though. And how you killed him.