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.
Dorian makes small noises of pleasure at each bite. The distraction definitely works as Dorian arcs his neck a little bit, adjusting his position so that Godric has easier access.
And then he's pinned down to the mattress and this is exactly what he wants. Dorian makes a few attempts at a struggle, mostly to test Godric's grip like the little shit he is. After all, he doesn't want to actually be somewhere else.
His grip is steel tight, holding him down against the mattress. If the struggle was real, he'd relent, but it's not, so he keeps him there, leaning down to break the skin and skin teeth into his neck. He doesn't drink from him, but rather enjoys watching him bleed.
Dorian lets out another noise of pleasure as he feels the fangs sink into his neck. Perfection. Absolute bloody perfection. He's looking at Godric with absolute lust in his eyes as he continues to lightly try to pull against Godric's grip.
He keeps his grip tight, sitting up and not even bothering with the blood on his own chin. He continues to move against him, leaning down to kiss him heatedly. After a moment, he gives him one hand so he can drag fingernails through Dorian's hair.
Every bit of pain, every tug and yank and squeeze is music to Dorian's ears. He moves with it, leaning in and pulling tight and making it so that no matter what happens, it hurts.
"Fuck me already," he laughs, before yanking himself up to try and give Godric a quick little bite in return.
He is more than happy to oblige him in this. Dorian's been patient enough. So he finally gives him what he wants, pulling his knee up and close, one hand trailing along his stomach.
"So impatient," he mutters once he's settled, leaning down to kiss him, to enjoy him properly.
"Why wait when I have what I want so close within grasp?" he quietly murmurs, looking up at Godric with a grin.
Though when Godric finally gets down to brass tacks, finally gives Dorian what he wants, Godric will be rewarded with a downright lewd moan. That's what Dorian wants, after all.
Godric buries his face in Dorian's neck, feeling the warmth there and hearing his pulse beat against his ears. He doesn't take anymore from him, biting at him instead with blunt human teeth, letting Dorian set the pace for himself.
Dorian shifts his position, grinding up against Godric, bringing their bodies even closer together. He's missed this. And this...being with someone, taking them in, it's just what the doctor ordered.
"Harder," Dorian murmurs, before his words shift to a gasp of pleasure.
Gladly. He sits up once, readjusts them both, then cocoons Dorian in his arms. This intimacy is well deserved, he feels. Something that he's wanted. Something that he's needed. He's lost so many, lost so often, that to be able to gain this new relationship in this way is exquisite.
Unknown to Godric, Dorian's thinking something close to the same thing. He needs this. He wants this. He needs someone who won't leave, who can at least be by him for the moment, who'll distract him from his own thoughts and losses.
He moves to give Godric's ass a tight squeeze. He can feel his cock start to stiffen, all this love and affection doing it's work and then some.
"Say my name louder," he murmurs, before moving to bite down on Godric's neck, hoping to at least bruise the man for a brief moment.
He raises his chin, letting him have his throat in a way that he gives to only a few. As long as Dorian doesn't draw blood, Godric will let him bruise and bite wherever he wants.
"Dorian."
He doesn't stop moving, reaching between them to touch him after a moment, wanting him to fall apart.
And fall apart he does. Dorian lets out a loud groan and a tired, happy laugh as he comes apart in Godric's hands. He's a sweaty, sticky mess, but he's happier than he's been in ages.
"Your turn," Dorian says, with a tired little laugh. "Let me be good to you this time."
One bruising kiss later and Godric aims to do exactly that. He tears his fingers through Dorian's hair, the kiss serving two purposes. One - he quite enjoys it. And two - it keeps the other man quiet.
Both are equally important.
He's not far behind Dorian and pulls away, moving beside him onto the bed with a soft noise.
Dorian, a man who doesn't believe in shutting up, is totally ignorant to that second point. As far as he's concerned, this is Godric kissing him simply because the man wants to kiss him.
He's fine with that.
Once on the bed, Dorian moves to place himself on top of Godric, kissing him all the while. And hey, don't mind him if his hand slips downwards a little bit to try and take the vampire in hand.
He reaches down, encouraging him with a gentle touch around his wrist. Fucking him had been good, but this is somehow better. Perhaps it's the being cared for part. Knowing that Dorian can give as good as he takes. The little things matter.
Godric watches him for a moment until he arches his back, free hand digging welts into Dorian's shoulders as he builds until, with a shudder, he finally relaxes.
When Godric finally relaxes, Dorian looks down at him with happiness in his eyes. He doesn't know if Godric will ever learn how much he needed this—how much he wanted this. After all, Dorian's not going to tell him.
He looks down at Godric, just taking in the man's features, before Dorian lets out a small little laugh and leans down to give him another gentle kiss. "You're sleeping with me tonight," he says, with a small grin.
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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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And then he's pinned down to the mattress and this is exactly what he wants. Dorian makes a few attempts at a struggle, mostly to test Godric's grip like the little shit he is. After all, he doesn't want to actually be somewhere else.
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Better.
Much better.
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"Fuck me already," he laughs, before yanking himself up to try and give Godric a quick little bite in return.
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"So impatient," he mutters once he's settled, leaning down to kiss him, to enjoy him properly.
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Though when Godric finally gets down to brass tacks, finally gives Dorian what he wants, Godric will be rewarded with a downright lewd moan. That's what Dorian wants, after all.
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He's been so patient; he's earned this.
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"Harder," Dorian murmurs, before his words shift to a gasp of pleasure.
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He sighs, Dorian's name on his lips.
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He moves to give Godric's ass a tight squeeze. He can feel his cock start to stiffen, all this love and affection doing it's work and then some.
"Say my name louder," he murmurs, before moving to bite down on Godric's neck, hoping to at least bruise the man for a brief moment.
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"Dorian."
He doesn't stop moving, reaching between them to touch him after a moment, wanting him to fall apart.
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"Your turn," Dorian says, with a tired little laugh. "Let me be good to you this time."
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Both are equally important.
He's not far behind Dorian and pulls away, moving beside him onto the bed with a soft noise.
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He's fine with that.
Once on the bed, Dorian moves to place himself on top of Godric, kissing him all the while. And hey, don't mind him if his hand slips downwards a little bit to try and take the vampire in hand.
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Godric watches him for a moment until he arches his back, free hand digging welts into Dorian's shoulders as he builds until, with a shudder, he finally relaxes.
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When Godric finally relaxes, Dorian looks down at him with happiness in his eyes. He doesn't know if Godric will ever learn how much he needed this—how much he wanted this. After all, Dorian's not going to tell him.
He looks down at Godric, just taking in the man's features, before Dorian lets out a small little laugh and leans down to give him another gentle kiss. "You're sleeping with me tonight," he says, with a small grin.
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