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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]

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."

[brushoff]

Dorian doesn't say anything. Instead, he leans in to kiss Pagan. It's a thirsty, driving, obsessive kiss. He wants this man. There's want and lust and adoration and pure wanting in Dorian's kiss.

[crab_rangoon]

Better.

He sets down the glass and, still kissing him, pushes him towards the bedroom.

[brushoff]

Dorian continues kissing, kissing Pagan as passionately as he can muster as he's shoved towards the bedroom. Once there, he flops himself down on the bed with a wide grin.

"Come on, King Min. Put your money where your mouth is."

[crab_rangoon]

"Shut up and get undressed," he says, flicking his nose before digging in his drawer for ties.

[brushoff]

"Fussy, fussy, fussy," Dorian lightly teases, as he starts to undress. He looks over at Pagan, grin on his face, as he strips off his shirt and starts to work on unbuttoning his trousers.

[crab_rangoon]

"Even knowing what's in store for you, you're still fucking mouthy."

He finds the ties and grabs one of his wrists, letting him struggle with the other.

[brushoff]

"Of course I'm mouthy," Dorian laughs, pulling against Pagan for a moment, just to be a shit. "You wouldn't want me any other way."

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan tightens his grip and wraps the tie around it and then around the bedpost.

"You're right. I've always wanted a fucking brat."

[brushoff]

Dorian strains against the ties, grinning at Pagan all the while. He is indeed a mouthy little shit, a fucking brat, any and all of the sobriquets Pagan wants to throw at him. He'll lap those up and play the part, just as long as he gets the feeling of that man's lips on his.

"A brat? I'd say you need to respect your elders, Pagan."

[crab_rangoon]

He takes the other wrist to tie it up. "Fuck you. I won't give you shit."

He sits on his knees on the bed, running a hand along his chest.