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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]

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.

[crab_rangoon]

He bustles around the kitchen a while, deliberately making noise, and then he turns on his terrible 2000s pop on his phone.

He is very good at torture.

Eventually, he pokes his head in the room. "Did you need something?"

[brushoff]

Dorian, who is about to break at the seams, looks over at Pagan and with ragged, unabated lust in his voice chuckles,

"You sadistic prick, you know exactly what I need."

[crab_rangoon]

"Ah! Yes, of course. Toast."

He disappears again.

[brushoff]

"Pagan!" Dorian whines, voice cracking in a way that gives Pagan ammunition to make fun of him for the rest of the month.

[crab_rangoon]

There's just a chuckle from the kitchen.

He lets him suffer a few more seconds before he walks in and kisses him deeply, one hand going to his aching cock.

[brushoff]

And Dorian practically melts when he feels Pagan's hand on his cock. He kisses back just as deeply, indulging in the feeling of Pagan's lips on his.

[crab_rangoon]

He doesn't tease him this time. He keeps him tied up, but he keeps his hand moving on him, groaning into his mouth.