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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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[crab_rangoon]

Pagan groans. "Goddamn. No. Absolutely not. This is not what I fucking wanted."

He closes his eyes. "Wedding by ourselves. Reception with other people. Deal?"

[brushoff]

"That sounds perfect to me," Dorian nods. After all, this way he still gets to be the center of attention! Pay attention to him, everybody!

[crab_rangoon]

"And you can be the goddamn beautiful bride."

He pulls him away from the stove.

[brushoff]

"If you ruin my dinner, you're going to have to make up for it," he teases, resting his hands on Pagan's chest.

[crab_rangoon]

"I just gave you a goddamn ruby. I'm demanding a proper thank you, that's all."

He pulls him into an insistent kiss.

[brushoff]

And Dorian shifts his position so that he can wrap his hands around Pagan, holding him as tight as possible, pressing his body against the other man's, drunk with love and lust as he gives him an equally insistent, probably more sloppy kiss in return.

[crab_rangoon]

He pulls him close, doesn't break the kiss, at least until he remembers the food.

"Don't burn your masterpiece," he laughs.

[brushoff]

Dorian lets out a small chuckle, pulling away as he goes back to the stove, turning the hob off. He starts to drain things and mix ingredients as he teases,

"This mediocre pasta isn't going to cook itself."

[crab_rangoon]

And as Dorian tries to cook, Pagan slides his arms around him, one hand dipping under his waistband.

"Of course it won't."

[brushoff]

Fortunately, he doesn't need to do that much more. Pasta in the bowl, sauce on the pasta, a little bit of cheese on top of the pasta. He puts his dishes in the sink, grinning as he turns to Pagan.

"Open up," Dorian says, as he stabs some of the pasta with his fork.

[crab_rangoon]

Those teasing hands move to Dorian's waist and he opens his mouth for him.

"God help you if you drip any of that sauce on me," he laughs first.

[brushoff]

"Now that just makes me tempted. Plan to punish me if I do?"

Please say yes, please say yes.

[crab_rangoon]

"No, I won't punish you if you ruin my fucking suit. I will tie you down and suck you off if you let me stay clean."

Dorian gets a pat on the cheek.

[brushoff]

"In that case, time to be on my best behavior," he grins. "Though that does mean you'll need to take your hands off me so I can eat my pasta without danger of spillage."

[crab_rangoon]

He laughs. "That sounds like a problem for your own fucking hands," he says, but does let him go.

[brushoff]

Dorian rolls his eyes in mock annoyance before he starts on his food. As much as he'd love to fuck Pagan silly, he is kind of hungry.

"You should sate my appetite by telling me what you're going to do to me later. In detail, of course, I won't take anything less."

[crab_rangoon]

"You're a fucking terrible flirt," he tells him, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. Then he turns away to make himself a drink.

"I'm going to start by tying you the fuck up."

[brushoff]

Dorian starts shoveling that pasta in his mouth even faster.

"And then what? You could easily leave me alone for half an hour or so. Make me learn how to be a better flirt."

[crab_rangoon]

"I'm not leaving you alone. I'm going to strip you down. And then I'm going to make you watch me enjoy myself," he says idly, crossing his ankles.

[brushoff]

It truly is amazing how quickly Dorian can eat should he put his mind to it.

"You know, I'll get hard just from watching you. Tied down, naked as the breeze, cock stiffened from the mere sight of you touching yourself."

[crab_rangoon]

And Pagan is absolutely uninterested in eating at all. He has his drink - that's all that matters.

"That is the point, darling. And if I'm feeling generous, I might get you off."

[brushoff]

"Don't threaten me with a good time," he laughs, scarfing down the rest of his pasta.

Once that's all done, he puts the dirty plate in the sink and gives Pagan an expectant little smile.

"Well now! I think we're ready!"

[crab_rangoon]

He looks at his glass. "I still have plenty to drink. Maybe I need...persuading."

[brushoff]

Dorian moves towards Pagan, lightly resting a hand on his inner thigh.

"I think I can do that much," he grins. "It should be easy enough to convince you that I'm worth your time."

He gives Pagan's thigh a quick pinch.

[crab_rangoon]

He takes another drink, reaching out to grab his chin with his free hand. "Kiss me like you're begging and I'll tie you up."