"Happily." Seated on the bed, Dorian starts to unbutton his shirt. It's quick at first but if he catches Godric looking, then he'll slow down, doing more of a striptease and taking his sweet time as he gets his shirt unbuttoned. And hey, don't mind him going ahead and taking his hands down to unbutton his trousers once the shirt's fully off.
Godric just sighs, sliding into his lap, knees straddling his hips as he stills Dorian's hand.
"Your vanity and beauty mean nothing to me," he tells him softly, more teasing than anything as he presses his chest against him, breathing him in, nudging his nose against his neck, now bare.
"I can hear your heartbeat here. Right in your throat."
Dorian lets out a little murmur of delight as he feels Godric up against him, his head against Dorian's neck. He's missed this. He's missed this so much.
"You'll always hear my heartbeat," he murmurs. "Drink from me, slash my throat, do whatever the hell you want and you'll still hear my heart, pumping away."
Godric laughs softly in his ear. "I'm not going to tear your throat open," he tells him, barely above a whisper before he sinks his teeth into his neck.
There's no analgesic. Godric can give him no relief from the pain, but he leans into it, not drinking from him as much as he does simply savor the bite itself, rocking his hips into him.
Dorian lets out a hiss and a laugh of pleasure. There's no analgesic but fuck it. Dorian loves the pain. He rocks into Godric, grinning all the while as he moves his hands so that he can reach the man's back. Once he feels Godric beneath him, Dorian just clenches, digging his fingers in to hold on as tight as possible.
Godric pulls back, trailing his tongue along his skin to catch the blood that falls. Dorian's hands, his fingers, against his back are exquisite, and he can't help but press into him slightly. "Ah, Mr. Gray," he grins, sitting up, brushing red from his mouth. "Now I've had what I want - tell me what you want."
"Bite me," Dorian says, wide grin still on his face. "Bite me, take your fill, tear my throat. Just whatever you do, make sure I feel it and make sure you act decisively." His fingers are still digging in as he grins. "Don't hold back."
Godric sits back, still straddling his hips, but looks at his face with a shake of his head. There's a quick ache in him, of longing and grief, but he covers it up as he gives him a bruising kiss, one hand tangling in Dorian's hair as he starts to undress him completely.
There's a reason he's with Dorian now - it's a distraction. He make him happy. He's...everything he wants.
Dorian pulls against Godric's hand slightly. Not in a way where he's trying to get away, more in a way where he's trying to get more tension, to feel Godric tug on him. But also, he pulls in a way where he conveniently bares his neck.
This is lovely. And hell, who knows. Maybe having another vampire as a lover, maybe taking Godric on, can help further push back Toby in his mind. Because even now, Dorian still misses the man.
The skin of his neck is already healed which Godric only has time to momentarily marvel at. It's the sort of gift that Godric can appreciate. Especially now.
With light fingers, he ghosts a touch along Dorian's neck, trailing to a spot on his shoulder before pushing his shirt from it. And there he leans forward and sinks in his teeth - just above his collarbone - just as that same hand moves to unbutton Dorian's jeans.
It's honestly a terrible place to get too much blood, but if Dorian's after a little pain, then Godric's going to give him that.
Dorian lets out a laugh of satisfaction as he feels Godric's teeth sink into his collarbone. It might be a terrible place to get blood, but it's a wonderful place to get a little bit of pain.
His fingers dig into Godric's skin, pushing down so hard like he intends to leave bruises. Dorian absolutely adores this as that laugh turns into a shameless little moan.
The bruises, like the marks on Dorian, will fade, but he doesn't mind them. He welcomes them in the moment, eventually pulling away reluctantly. "Off," he explains, guiding Dorian out of the rest of his clothes.
He doesn't bother brushing the blood from his mouth this time, but he does run his tongue along Dorian's shoulder.
At least for this part, Dorian follows directions. He starts to take off the rest of his clothes, watching Godric with rapt attention as he does so. This is good. He needed this. A nice fuck to sort everything back in order and another beautifully fanged devil to chomp down on him and banish the image of Toby that inevitably springs in his mind whenever someone moves near his neck.
Even if Godric also has the same sort of sad eyes.
Dorian leans up and gives Godric a frantic, bruising kiss, smearing his own blood on his lips as he tries to outright force the thought of Tobias Matthews from his head. He'll devour this man instead.
The ink along his back, along his collarbone, on his arms, seems to betray his age only slightly. He isn't normally self conscious about them at all, but today he's aware of them, up until Dorian kisses him again and he can focus all of his attentions on him.
Rather than his own sadness, his own grief, he trails hands along Dorian's sides, pushing him down onto the bed. It's easy to get tangled up in his own head, but if he can feel the warmth of this other man, if he can keep him close, hold fast to him, then there's still a part of Godric that feels alive. The rush of blood through him makes him feel more alive than he has in so long and he's eager for more - eager to have him.
Dorian happily lets himself get shoved down on the bed. He moves his hands up so he can hold onto Godric, so he can pull the man down on top of him and get as close as possible to that delightful mouth and that delightful face.
"Fuck me so hard the neighbors come to complain," he teases, looking up at Godric with a ravenous grin.
Well, at least he knows what he wants. Godric can appreciate that much. He allows Dorian to hold him close for a while, endeared by the enthusiasm, and then pulls away.
"Do you know," he starts, sitting up and trailing fingers along his stomach, "that there is an artery that runs right here?" Feather light fingers dip between his legs, to his inner thigh. "It hurts more than the neck or the wrist."
But he's learned that's not exactly a warning as much as it is a challenge with Dorian.
"But first - the matter of your neighbors...I didn't come prepared."
He wasn't expecting this when he asked to talk to Dorian about Sweeney.
Dorian can't help but let out a small laugh. That's what Godric's worried about? The fact that they don't have supplies?
"Chest of drawers to the right of the bed, bottom drawer, left side." Dorian doesn't get off from the bed, but gestures to the chest of drawers in question. "You should find what you need in there."
There's no worries, but the way that he says that makes Godric actually, finally roll his eyes. "Did you plan this?" he wonders. It breaks the mood slightly, just a bit, but he does turn and open the drawer.
"Godric," Dorian scoffs. "You're fucking Dorian Gray, literature's most famous hedonist. I always plan for a good time."
And that much is true. Dorian's self-confidence extends to the level that of course he'd fuck someone on the Barge sooner rather than later. And of course he should be ready when it happens! It's just common sense.
"I am only a hundred and fifty or so," Dorian teases. "Practically an infant compared to some of the immortals on here."
But still so much older than the mortals here. Dorian leans into Godric's touch, looking up at him with a smile and a grin. "I know I'm outright a child compared to you. It's a novel feeling."
But enough talk about ages. Time for more kissing. Dorian moves to kiss Godric just as firmly, shoving his tongue in the man's mouth as he does so.
He sighs happily, giving him what he wants, a hand between his legs, exploring there just as much with his mouth. Enough talk about ages indeed. He takes his time as he opens him up. Now that he's finally in control, he's going to make it last.
It's an odd feeling being taken slowly. Dorian, a man who rushes into things, who takes lovers in the headstrong manner he does most things, isn't really one for making it last. Indulge in what you've got, burn big and burn bright. But he can see the charm in taking things slowly. He can understand why Godric's doing all this.
That doesn't mean that Dorian will be 100% patient however. As he kisses Godric, as he moans into the man's mouth at the feeling of being opened up, Dorian's hand moves down Godric's back before giving his ass a quick, sharp pinch.
The pinch gets a soft laugh against his lips, the novelty of Dorian's impatience just delightful. He pulls away and bites with blunt teeth at his jaw, his neck, not breaking the skin but bruising him instead.
It's mostly a distraction, giving Dorian something else to focus on, so that when he pulls away, Godric's satisfied he won't hurt him. So when he's between his legs again, when he's sliding hands along his arms to pin him down to the mattress, he doesn't have to take his time any longer.
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As he does so, he slides his hands up underneath Dorian's expensive shirt. "And take this off."
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"Your vanity and beauty mean nothing to me," he tells him softly, more teasing than anything as he presses his chest against him, breathing him in, nudging his nose against his neck, now bare.
"I can hear your heartbeat here. Right in your throat."
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"You'll always hear my heartbeat," he murmurs. "Drink from me, slash my throat, do whatever the hell you want and you'll still hear my heart, pumping away."
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There's no analgesic. Godric can give him no relief from the pain, but he leans into it, not drinking from him as much as he does simply savor the bite itself, rocking his hips into him.
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There's a reason he's with Dorian now - it's a distraction. He make him happy. He's...everything he wants.
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This is lovely. And hell, who knows. Maybe having another vampire as a lover, maybe taking Godric on, can help further push back Toby in his mind. Because even now, Dorian still misses the man.
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With light fingers, he ghosts a touch along Dorian's neck, trailing to a spot on his shoulder before pushing his shirt from it. And there he leans forward and sinks in his teeth - just above his collarbone - just as that same hand moves to unbutton Dorian's jeans.
It's honestly a terrible place to get too much blood, but if Dorian's after a little pain, then Godric's going to give him that.
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His fingers dig into Godric's skin, pushing down so hard like he intends to leave bruises. Dorian absolutely adores this as that laugh turns into a shameless little moan.
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He doesn't bother brushing the blood from his mouth this time, but he does run his tongue along Dorian's shoulder.
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Even if Godric also has the same sort of sad eyes.
Dorian leans up and gives Godric a frantic, bruising kiss, smearing his own blood on his lips as he tries to outright force the thought of Tobias Matthews from his head. He'll devour this man instead.
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Rather than his own sadness, his own grief, he trails hands along Dorian's sides, pushing him down onto the bed. It's easy to get tangled up in his own head, but if he can feel the warmth of this other man, if he can keep him close, hold fast to him, then there's still a part of Godric that feels alive. The rush of blood through him makes him feel more alive than he has in so long and he's eager for more - eager to have him.
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"Fuck me so hard the neighbors come to complain," he teases, looking up at Godric with a ravenous grin.
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"Do you know," he starts, sitting up and trailing fingers along his stomach, "that there is an artery that runs right here?" Feather light fingers dip between his legs, to his inner thigh. "It hurts more than the neck or the wrist."
But he's learned that's not exactly a warning as much as it is a challenge with Dorian.
"But first - the matter of your neighbors...I didn't come prepared."
He wasn't expecting this when he asked to talk to Dorian about Sweeney.
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"Chest of drawers to the right of the bed, bottom drawer, left side." Dorian doesn't get off from the bed, but gestures to the chest of drawers in question. "You should find what you need in there."
Like condoms, lube, and sex toys, baby!
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And lets out a soft, laughing curse.
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And that much is true. Dorian's self-confidence extends to the level that of course he'd fuck someone on the Barge sooner rather than later. And of course he should be ready when it happens! It's just common sense.
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"You are so young sometimes and so old in others," he mutters softly, trailing a hand down his face.
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But still so much older than the mortals here. Dorian leans into Godric's touch, looking up at him with a smile and a grin. "I know I'm outright a child compared to you. It's a novel feeling."
But enough talk about ages. Time for more kissing. Dorian moves to kiss Godric just as firmly, shoving his tongue in the man's mouth as he does so.
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Dorian might be impatient, but Godric isn't.
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That doesn't mean that Dorian will be 100% patient however. As he kisses Godric, as he moans into the man's mouth at the feeling of being opened up, Dorian's hand moves down Godric's back before giving his ass a quick, sharp pinch.
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It's mostly a distraction, giving Dorian something else to focus on, so that when he pulls away, Godric's satisfied he won't hurt him. So when he's between his legs again, when he's sliding hands along his arms to pin him down to the mattress, he doesn't have to take his time any longer.
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