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[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ Feeling someone's skin knit together is undoubtedly an odd sensation. But Dorian keeps eye contact with Pagan as it happens, not wanting to look away from this delightful man.

He lets out a little gasp as Pagan cuts the tie off. Dorian licks his lips, building up a little bit of spit as he gives Pagan a wide grin. ]

Then spread those legs so I can start doing what I do best.

[ And he scoots down towards the end of the bed, giving Pagan plenty of room to make himself as comfortable as he wants. ]

[Pagan sits back, letting his knees fall apart.]

Kiss me first.

Bossy, bossy, bossy.

[ But he does just that, leaning in so he can give Pagan a big ol'dramatic smooch. There's lots of tongue, it's a bit ridiculous. ]

[And Pagan loves every moment of it. He threads bloodstained fingers through Dorian's hair.]

You will take a shower with me after this.

Happily, [ he says, with a smile, before leaning in for one more kiss. Once that's done, Dorian pulls away, grin on his face, before trailing kisses down Pagan's chest, his legs, any bit of flesh he can reach before reaching his cock.

At that point, Dorian gives Pagan a self-satisfied little smirk before he takes him in his mouth, as deep as he can. ]

[He lets out a soft moan of pleasure and leans back on the pillows, eyes closed.]

Oh fuck. That's even better.

[ Dorian preens at the compliment, taking Pagan in, working his prick with his tongue. He deliberately scrapes his teeth against the side just to give his darling lover a new sensation that isn't just tongues and lust. ]

[He grabs the back of his hair and tangles his fingers in it with a groan.]

This is my favorite way to shut you up, darling. Really, it's exquisite. [He closes his eyes, feeling himself getting close.]

[ As far as Dorian's concerned, spitters are quitters. He only pulls back to rewet his lips, to generate a bit more spit (and also to make it so Pagan pulls on his hair slightly), before going right back to sucking Pagan off. This man is going to spill in his mouth and Dorian is going to enjoy it. ]

[Pagan absolutely does. He arches his back against him without warning and doesn't let go until he's completely spent.

And only then does he sink back against the pillows.]

I love you.

[ Dorian pulls back, wiping the remains of Pagan from his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks over at the man, lounged on the pillows like he's the king of the fucking universe, before grinning, ]

I love you also.

[He pulls him close.]

I did say you could fuck me, didn't I? I do like to keep my promises.

Then open up those legs of yours and let me have some fun, [ he purrs, looking over at Pagan with a wide grin. ]

[Pagan so happily obliges, letting his knees fall apart.]

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