dorian & godric

[brushoff]

Christ, how Dorian hated Texas.

It was the best and worst of America. There still was so much space, plenty of towns barely hanging on, hardscrabble little places that were trying to make their move, the drive and determination and chutzpah that Dorian adored of the America in the past. America in the 1920s was great. A feisty nation, determined to prove itself on the world's stage, bright and brilliant and ready to take on the challenge.

But the Texas cities? The cities were horrible. Large, ugly things almost crushed under the weight of their own self-importance and overpasses. Forgotten centers where all residents fled to cookie-cutter nigh identical houses set in towns created solely for the purpose of commuting. People didn't thrive in places like that, with their subdivisions and big box stores and fucking Targets. You lived there, but you didn't thrive. And Dorian Gray was always looking for something new, something bright and breathing and alive.

Granted, a shitty little dive bar wasn't exactly what most people thought of when they thought of 'alive.' But Dorian had been lingering around Dallas long enough that a few things had gained his interest. The coming out of the closet, so to speak, of vampires had been the big one. Idly, he wondered what Toby would have thought of it all—he felt so alone for so long. Would vampire advocacy groups or these cute little pamphlets have changed anything? Or would the Sunday morning cable news services about how all vampires are damned have made things worse? There's no way of knowing. But Dorian wanted to learn more about this himself.

Try as he may to fit in, it's obvious that Dorian is here for something. He flirts with the waitress and casually asks a few questions about vampire activity in the area. He loses a game of pool but presses his competition whenever they bring up 'fangs.' This is the third day in a row he's made some not-so-subtle inquiries about vampires, something's got to give eventually. He's British as hell, the accent is a dead giveaway, so might as well lean into the obviousness and see what happens.

And as he slips out of the back door of the dive bar, stepping outside to light up a cigarette, Dorian's certain that something will happen. What precisely? He doesn't know.

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[brushoff]

Dorian hits the floor with a thud and a loud laugh. Any bruises he might have had will inevitably vanish in the next few moments. Right now he's looking up at Godric with a wide grin on his face.

"Better pin me down," he teases, as he (deliberately slowly) starts to make his way upright.

[loveisall]

Godric is there in a lightning fast movement, one hand on Dorian's throat as he reaches down to stroke his cock.

"You can simply ask for this," he tells him with some amusement. "You do not have to try and provoke me."

[brushoff]

"I know. But sometimes provoking is fun," Dorian lightly teases. "But yes. Pin me down. I'll struggle and try to wriggle out of your grasp, but the struggle is worth it. Denial is fantastic."

[loveisall]

"I am starting to learn what you like, and it is no wonder you are popular," he mutters, sinking teeth into his neck again.

[brushoff]

"I'm vampire catnip," he laughs before letting out an absolutely shameless groan as Godric's teeth sink into his neck.

[loveisall]

Godric sighs. "You are cocky and arrogant and a pain in my ass," he says, sitting up. "And don't make a bad pun or I will tie you up here and leave you wanting."

[brushoff]

"The only pain in your ass I plan on giving you is my cock," Dorian happily chirps, perfectly willing to be tied up here and left alone. Teasing him like that? Hell yeah, it sounds fantastic.

[loveisall]

He hasn't had this sort of banter in so long, and he doesn't realize until that moment how much he needed it. He groans a little and kisses him, a mess of blood on his teeth, and slides two fingers inside of him.

[brushoff]

Dorian moans with pleasure, arching his back slightly at the wonderful sensation of Godric's fingers inside him. He thrusts his tongue in the man's mouth, tasting spit and blood and Godric himself, just starting some absolutely sloppy make-outs.

[loveisall]

He bites his lip, pulls back to kisses his neck, flicking his tongue across his fang. And then he kisses him again, giving Dorian a taste of his blood.

[brushoff]

As Dorian's lip is bitten, the portrait does it's magic, healing the wound almost instantly. As Godric's blood hits his mouth Dorian's eyes almost instantly dilate. Vampire blood, V, it's goddamn catnip. Suddenly all the sounds, the sights, the feel of Godric in his hands start to shift and grow, becoming more.

Dorian lets out a dazed little laugh before, "Fuck me like this. You've got your fingers in and I feel...Christ, it's phenomenal. You're phenomenal. Whatever you want, I'm yours."

[loveisall]

He sits up, taking his time now, spreading him open with his fingers as he encourages him to simply spread his knees.

"If I asked you to stop talking, would you be capable of obliging?" he purrs playfully, sliding his cock inside of him.

[brushoff]

"Happily."

He'll especially stop talking as he feels Godric's cock inside him. Dorian groans, relaxing into the floor and surrendering himself to downright pleasure.

[loveisall]

He doesn't waste time with talking. He presses one hand to the floor, guiding Dorian's knee with the other, fucking him hard and mercilessly, almost as if he has really nothing to lose with it. It's been so long since he's had this and it feels...exactly the way it should.

Comfortable. Intense.

[brushoff]

Dorian groans with pleasure as Godric fucks into him. He's missed this. It's been ages since he's been fucked like this, so thoroughly and with such intensity. He deserves this. Fuck, Godric deserves this as well.

He can feel his prick start to harden and stiffen with pleasure as Dorian just blatantly indulges in the wonderful feeling of being fucked silly.

[loveisall]

"Look at me," he tells Dorian, riding him hard as he looms over him. "Focus on me. I want you to know the pleasure you bring me."

[brushoff]

Dorian looks up at Godric with a dazed smile on his face. He's blissed out, damn near close to spending as he grins,

"You're the one giving me pleasure."

[loveisall]

"That's because you're high."

He slows down slightly, moving deeper, harder.

[brushoff]

"As a fucking kite," Dorian giggles. Yeah, he's high. He's super high. But he loves this! It's such a bright fun, intoxicating feeling and he absolutely adores all of it.

As Godric thrusts into him, Dorian groans with pleasure. "I doubt I'll last longer," he points out, still looking at Godric as he talks.

[loveisall]

He sits up a little, fucking him harder in response. "You don't have to," he points out. "I'm still enjoying myself."

And he leans in to kiss him fiercely.

[brushoff]

As far as Dorian's concerned, that's permission to come. As long as Godric's enjoying himself, he doesn't mind being fucked as long as the vampire wants. After all, it feels fantastic.

So, with a loud groan, Dorian spills on himself, letting out a shameless groan as he does so.

[loveisall]

It is permission, which he is pleased to give him. He doesn't stop as he feels Dorian tighten around him. He doesn't stop as he feels each errant thrust. He fucks him hard, leaning down to kiss him again and again, sometimes slipping his own blood into his mouth, forcing the high. Godric's lost himself, but...he's enjoying every moment.

[brushoff]

Dorian has also absolutely lost himself. He's riding that high, he's being fucked silly, he's already tired and wrung out and yet he is getting his shit wrecked. Lord how he loves it.

When Godric kisses him, Dorian kisses back, just as fiercely and just as sloppily. But it's becoming pretty obvious that he will be damn useless for the rest of the evening, just existing in a blissful, post-coital, fucked out and high as a kite bliss.

[loveisall]

Godric couldn't have planned it better. He grows closer and closer, his movements more and more erratic, until he spills himself inside of him with a shuddering cry and holds fast to him.

"Dorian..." he murmurs in his ear. Though he isn't actually and can't actually be out of breath, he still seems it. Even now.

[brushoff]

Dorian looks up at Godric with a dazed, glazed, almost entirely out of it expression. But it's in this moment, when he's sweaty and sticky and filled with the other man's cum and just so fucking high, that when Dorian looks up at Godric, there's nothing but love behind his eyes.

He's enthralled by this man. Enthralled hook, like, and sinker.

"Don't make me move," laughs the man who knows he'll have to move eventually. "Just stay here. With me. Like this."