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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 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?

[brushoff]

[ 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.' ]

[crab_rangoon]

[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?

[brushoff]

[ 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. ]

[crab_rangoon]

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

Don't bother with any of that.

[brushoff]

[ On the one hand, he likes this shirt, c'mon Pagan!

On the other hand, there's a blade to his throat. Dorian leans forward slightly so that the edge of the blade is just barely digging in, so that Pagan can see the skin press against the blade, a small bead of blood forming where he's being cut.

He's still quiet, he's still very turned on, as he looks up at Pagan. Come on, baby. Do it. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He makes a lot of sacrifices. Dorian can spare the shirt. He reaches a hand around the back of his neck, holding him still.]

I don't get off on this, you know. I don't go around cutting the throats of everyone I fuck.

Only you. You're the special fucking case.

[brushoff]

[ His eyes shine with excitement and lust as he looks over at Pagan. Dorian's perfectly still, a picture perfect example of a well-behaved boyfriend. He knows he's a special case. He knows that Pagan's willing to do this sort of nonsense for him and for nobody else. And Dorian adores him for that.

He's putty in Pagan's hands right now. Have fun, babe.</small. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He slides the knife down, trailing the line along his collarbone, deliberately nicking him there, and then he slides it into his chest, staring at his face the entire time.]

Don't yell. Don't make a fucking sound. Maybe I'll let you fuck me.

[brushoff]

[ As the knife slides into his chest, Dorian makes a stifled yelp. He's trying to be quiet! Honestly! But really, Pagan being there, the sharp sting of a welcome pain, and Pagan just looking so goddamn hot right now means that despite Dorian's best effort, he does make a fucking sound.

He instantly looks over at Pagan with an apologetic expression, entire being just radiating 'whoops' as the knife wound across his collarbone starts to knit itself back together. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan laughs softly, pulling the knife out and pressing his hand against it while it heals. There's blood smeared along his chest, along his hand, but Pagan couldn't care less. That's what showers are for.]

Suck me off and I'll do it again. [He cuts the tie from around Dorian's mouth.]