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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]

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.

[brushoff]

[ Poor fucker? Oh no. Don't mind Dorian as he reaches over for his communicator, flips it on, then starts... ]

Hey babe!

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan laughs at the response.]

You're so fucking embarrassing.

[brushoff]

You're putting a ring on this! [ he happily, shamelessly chirps. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[He pats his chest.]

Yes, yes. Now put that away and get some sleep.

[brushoff]

Happily.

[ though he's gonna snuggle next to Pagan as he does so. ]