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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]

That depends entirely on how much you beg.

[brushoff]

Hands and knees, darling. Get over here so I can show you my true desire.

[crab_rangoon]

You come here.

Misty's out again and I'm staying here.

[brushoff]

Didn't she just fall in a coma?

But yeah, I'll swing by. I'll bring a few surprises as well.

[crab_rangoon]

We're not talking about that, darling.

I'll be in my room.

[brushoff]

Coming!

[ And then five or so minutes later, knock knock knock! It's Dorian. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[There is no answer. But the door will open for him if he tries it.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian pushes the door open then closes it behind him. And don't mind Dorian as he immediately makes his way to the bedroom. ]

Oh Pagan! I'm here!

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan's in his bedroom, on the bed, in only a shirt and nothing else as he sprawls out like a prize to be one. He's on his communicator, scrolling through, looking over it.]

Took you long enough.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian walks over to the bed. He brought a tote bag that he drops on the floor. Looking over at Pagan, he gives him a wry grin as he crawls into the bed. ]

Sorry for keeping you waiting, [ he smirks, lowering himself so that he can lay a few kisses on Pagan's inner thigh. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He sits up and grabs Dorian's hair roughly, tangling his fingers as deeply as he can.]

Not as sorry as you will be, darling.

[brushoff]

[ He looks up at Pagan, tugging against the man's grip in his hair. ]

What? Someone can't handle a little anticipation?

[crab_rangoon]

[In response, Pagan slaps him across the face.

Open palm.]

[brushoff]

[ It stings and Dorian adores it. There's the briefest moment of a red impact on his face before it quickly fades out of existence. ]

Oh you can do better than that, [ he sasses. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He cups his chin with his fingers.]

What did you bring in your little bag?

[brushoff]

Dildo, handcuffs, nipple clap, even more lube, ball gag. [ Dorian grins, idly resting his hand in Pagan's hand as he lightly teases, ]

I thought you'd enjoy forcing me to shut the hell up.

[crab_rangoon]

Oh, I do, but I hate the way the gag makes your mouth look. [He sits up and brings out a tie he'd stashed away.]

So let's start here. If you're going to be quiet and your mouth useless, then you might as well look good.

[brushoff]

I always look good, [ he sasses back, reaching over to give Pagan's thigh a quick pinch as he talks. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He slaps his hand away and then holds up the tie.]

Open your mouth.

[brushoff]

Do I have to? [ he teases (solely to be a shit) before doing just that. Though, like a child, Dorian sticks out his tongue after opening his mouth. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan sticks the tie into his mouth and knots it at the back of Dorian's head.]

Now see? That's much better. You don't look like a roasting pig with an apple in your mouth.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian makes a series of muffled noises that are obviously 'but I'd be a sexy pig.' ]

[crab_rangoon]

No, you wouldn't. You'd be fucking hideous and I wouldn't fuck you.

[But this is much better. He starts to undress Dorian.]

[brushoff]

[ He rolls his eyes dramatically...


...then goes to pinch Pagan's thigh again. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[Again his hand gets slapped, but this time his face does, too. And Pagan drops his clothes to the floor, pushing him down onto the bed to kiss him.]

Are you aiming for getting tied up?