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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]

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.

[brushoff]

"You'll give me everything I want," Dorian grins, straining against his bonds. He leans towards Pagan and, if he's close enough, will give him a quick kiss.

[crab_rangoon]

He allows the kiss. "I'll give you everything you deserve," he mutters and then slaps him across the face.

[brushoff]

After the slap, Dorian looks over at Pagan with sheer, blatant, lust in his eyes. Fucking perfect. This is wonderful. This is precisely what he wants.

"You can do better," he sasses.

[crab_rangoon]

"You're right. I can. But I won't."

He slides his hand in his own trousers, intending on not touching him again until he's finished.

[brushoff]

He laughs a ragged little laugh before, "Oh you prick."

[crab_rangoon]

He closes his eyes, just a moment. "I did tell you exactly what I was going to do, dear," he reminds him. "How tight are those ropes?"

[brushoff]

He strains against the ropes before grinning. "Tight enough. But they could be tighter."

[crab_rangoon]

"Then I'd have to stop. And I'm not stopping for you or anyone," he says, his hand still on his own cock.

[brushoff]

Dorian feels his own prick start to stiffen as he watches Pagan work himself. His eyes are drawn right to Pagan's cock as he teases,

"More notes for next time, then."

[crab_rangoon]

"Too tight and you'll lose your fucking hands," he mutters. "And there isn't anything sexy about watching you grow limbs back like a fucking gecko."

[brushoff]

"You could make it sexy," he points out, despite the fact that Dorian has no idea how you could make it sexy in the first place.

[crab_rangoon]

"You could shut up," he retorts, all of his wit and cleverness momentarily distracted as he brings himself to finish with a curse.

And then he's on Dorian, kissing him fiercely.