[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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, ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ Dorian grins, moving in towards Pagan's nipple. Leaning in, he alternates between kissing, biting, and sucking, trying to create a lovely mixture of hickeys and bruises in that perfect little spot only he can see. ]
[Pagan lets him hear how much he loves this. He does, at one point, smack him on the back of the head when he's too rough, but otherwise, he trails his fingers along his shoulders.]
When Dorian's done, he leans back, looking down at his handiwork. It's a mixture of purples and reds, bruise and hickey intermingling in a beautiful array. ]
There we go, [ he chuckles. ] You look phenomenal.
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Oh fuck. That's even better.
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This is my favorite way to shut you up, darling. Really, it's exquisite. [He closes his eyes, feeling himself getting close.]
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And only then does he sink back against the pillows.]
I love you.
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I love you also.
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I did say you could fuck me, didn't I? I do like to keep my promises.
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Goddamn.
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Tell me you love me, [ he pants. ] Tell me I'm the only one for you.
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I'm going to marry you.
[Pagan wraps a leg around him.]
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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.
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No, no I'm putting the ring on you. I'm - goddammit.
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I'm putting a ring on you as well, obviously. You're mine, Pagan Min.
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Then mark me and I'll wear it.
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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. ]
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I want to be able to cover it if I want, and not to end up in the infirmary.
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I'll leave you a lovely bruise.
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[He sits back, letting his shirt fall open.]
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When Dorian's done, he leans back, looking down at his handiwork. It's a mixture of purples and reds, bruise and hickey intermingling in a beautiful array. ]
There we go, [ he chuckles. ] You look phenomenal.
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