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

Goddamn.

[brushoff]

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.

[crab_rangoon]

I love you. I fucking love you.

I'm going to marry you.

[Pagan wraps a leg around him.]

[brushoff]

[ 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.

[crab_rangoon]

[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.

[brushoff]

[ 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.

[crab_rangoon]

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

Then mark me and I'll wear it.

[brushoff]

[ 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. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He sits up.]

I want to be able to cover it if I want, and not to end up in the infirmary.

[brushoff]

Then keep that shirt open, [ he grins. ]

I'll leave you a lovely bruise.

[crab_rangoon]

Make it beautiful.

[He sits back, letting his shirt fall open.]

[brushoff]

[ 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. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[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.]

[brushoff]

[ Oh no, he's smacked around, how awful.

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.

[crab_rangoon]

Good. Now go take a fucking shower. [There's blood on his goddamn sheets and on his hands and he needs to get clean.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian sighs dramatically, like he is the most put-upon person in the world. But fine. He can do that.

Though as he stands up and stretches slightly, he leans over to give Pagan a quick, small kiss on the top of his head. ]

I won't dawdle.

[ shower time! ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He slaps his ass on the way and strips the bed. By the time Dorian's shower is over, the bed will be clean and fresh with new sheets and blankets. Pagan is efficient.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian returns, still slightly damp and buck naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, as he looks over at Pagan.]

I assume I pass muster?

[crab_rangoon]

[Dorian earns a kiss and that's all. It's Pagan's turn in the shower and he's not going to be quick about it.]

[brushoff]

Oh, just a kiss? [ he calls back, sighing dramatically to Pagan's retreating form.

Whatever. He can just chill in the bed, snuggle under the covers, and hog all the pillows until Pagan returns. This shitty mobile game isn't going to play itself. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[And Pagan joins him after a while, hair still damp.]

You still haven't passed that level?

[brushoff]

It's tough!

[ one hundred and fifty years old, getting his ass kicked by Candy Crush. ]

Anyway, I'm not going to spend any money to unlock the perks. I'll figure it out eventually.

[crab_rangoon]

You don't have any fucking money here, you idiot.

[He reaches over and swipes on the phone to clear four.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian sighs, shaking his head before pointing out, ]

I'm sure I have money here, even if we're in some sort of alternate universe whatever. Something something time travel.

[crab_rangoon]

You don't have money. [He rests his head on Dorian's chest.]

You're a poor fucker like the rest of us.