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We're not talking about that, darling.

I'll be in my room.

Coming!

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

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

[ 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!

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

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

What? Someone can't handle a little anticipation?

[In response, Pagan slaps him across the face.

Open palm.]

[ 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. ]

[He cups his chin with his fingers.]

What did you bring in your little bag?

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.

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.

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

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

Open your mouth.

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. ]

[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.

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

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.]

[ He rolls his eyes dramatically...

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

[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?

[ He's aiming to get slapped around. Because hell that feels nice. As he's pushed down on the bed, Dorian reaches a leg up to try and hook it around Pagan's, holding him close as he looks up with a smirk in his eyes.

The question gets a shrug and a muffled something that's close to the word 'Maybe.' ]

[Pagan bites his jaw and then sits up, sliding his hand under a pillow and pulling out a knife.]

Or do you want me to slit your throat like you begged Archer to do?

[ Oh. Oh hell yes.

Dorian instantly goes quiet, moving so that he can sit back on his knees, looking over at Pagan with a very expectant and blatantly turned on smile. And hey, don't mind him as he starts to take off his shirt. ]

[He slaps his hand away again, pressing the blade against Dorian's throat.]

Don't bother with any of that.

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