brushoff | tlv ic contact

[ 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.]

[ That's more like it. Dorian looks over at Pagan with a grin. He leans in for one more kiss before moving his hand to Pagan's inner thigh. He gives him a little pinch before slipping his prick in, enjoying the sensation of Pagan around him. ]

[He holds onto his shoulders, throwing his head back onto the pillows.]

Goddamn.

Goddamn indeed, [ he laughs as he starts to thrust, moving into Pagan with rhythmic precision. ]

Tell me you love me, [ he pants. ] Tell me I'm the only one for you.

I love you. I fucking love you.

I'm going to marry you.

[Pagan wraps a leg around him.]

[ Dorian continues to fuck, thrusting in and out, grinning at Pagan as he feels himself stiffen inside the man. ]

Damn straight you are, [ he laughs. ] When we leave here, I'm putting a fucking ring on you. Making it so you never leave my sight.

[He tenses around him, arching his back as he moves in rhythm with him.]

No, no I'm putting the ring on you. I'm - goddammit.

[ Dorian groans, outright spilling himself into Pagan, not even caring to be quiet or to not be a horrible sticky mess. He pants slightly, catching his breath, as he looks at Pagan with a grin, ]

I'm putting a ring on you as well, obviously. You're mine, Pagan Min.

[He grabs the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.]

Then mark me and I'll wear it.

[ Oooh, now that's interesting. Dorian's eyes sparkle a little before asking, ]

How private do you want said mark to be?

[ considering that Dorian get his rocks off on being beaten up OBVIOUSLY Pagan does as well. ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject