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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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[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.

[brushoff]

Dorian strains against his bonds, strains against Pagan's mouth, his prick strains with excitement as he kisses Pagan back, just as fiercely, just as passionately, a big sweaty, sticky mess that wants to devour this man whole.

[crab_rangoon]

And just before Dorian can enjoy himself too much, he pulls back. "Mm, and I think you look good enough just like that."

[brushoff]

"You prick," Dorian laughs, breathless tone in his voice. "Pagan you bastard, finish up the job."

[crab_rangoon]

He takes a towel and wipes off his hands. "No, I don't think I will."

[brushoff]

"Pagan, please," Dorian moans, looking up at Pagan, thirst and lust just blatant on his face.

[crab_rangoon]

He meets his eyes and leans forward, almost like he's going to agree, then shakes his head.

"No, darling. You can suffer a while."

And he walks off.

[brushoff]

"Pagaaaaaaan!" Dorian whines, struggling against the bonds, letting out a sigh as he does so. He feels wonderful but God, this is a delightful sort of hurt. His prick is throbbing with excitement as he strains against the bonds some more.