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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[loveisall]

Blood fills his mouth, pooling along his tongue, and he drinks deeply, even as he gently pushes Dorian back along the bed, towards the pillows. He keeps an arm around him to support him.

[brushoff]

Dorian falls back on the bed, letting Godric guide and support him as he rests his head on one of the pillows. He knows he's probably bleeding a little on the pillowcase but honestly, Dorian doesn't care right now. One arm wraps around Godric's body, holding the vampire close, keeping Godric right next to Dorian and not letting him get away.

[loveisall]

Blood comes out of fabric. Blood fades. Right now, Godric is intent on drinking his fill. And so when he sits up, pulling away, he brings up his own wrist and cuts it with his fangs, offering it to Dorian in return.

[brushoff]

As Godric moves his wrist to his lips, Dorian drinks in the blood, downright indulging for a moment before pulling away. The high is almost instantaneous—it hits him like a freight train. Dorian can't help but let out a groan of pleasure, looking up at Godric with a wide smile as his pupils start to widen—this man is very quickly going to be zooted out on vampire blood.

"You're so good to me," he tiredly laughs.

[loveisall]

He presses his hands against Dorian's shoulders and sits up, reaching down between him and massaging his cock gently, wanting him full and needy.

[brushoff]

The touch is electric. Dorian groans with pleasure as his smile widens. He moves against Godric's touch a little bit, trying to press himself upright solely to be a shit—when Godric exerts even the smallest bit of pressure, Dorian immediately caves. But his cock starts to stiffen and is very quickly reacting to Godric's hands.

[loveisall]

He continues to touch him, to kiss him, to leave little bites here and there along his collarbone and shoulder.

And when Dorian is hard for him, stiff and aching, Godric quickly slicks him up and positions himself atop him. He slowly sits, letting Dorian open him up as he groans deeply in the back of his throat.

[brushoff]

As Godric slides on top of him, Dorian groans with pleasure. He's blissed out, pupils the size of dinner plates, obviously enjoying every touch, every kiss. The feeling of Godric on top of him is absolutely electrifying. Dorian can't help but laugh, a bright triumphant laugh which turns into a groan of pleasure.

He can't do much thrusting with his vampire lover sitting on top of him but dammit, Dorian's going to try!

[loveisall]

He bears down on his hips, his fingers digging into his chest. He fucks himself there on Dorian's cock, delighted as he cries out his name.

"There is no one who will hear us here," he says, enjoying all of the perks of the drugs in Dorian's system. The ones that make him hard. The ones that keep him hard.

[brushoff]

If there's no one who will hear them, Dorian will happily take advantage of that. He lets out a loud, shameless groan of pleasure as he luxuriates in the sensation, the feeling of bliss as Godric fucks him silly. He's hard, he's not thinking, he's enjoying the shameless, hedonistic pleasure of being high out of his mind and fucked by his lover.

"Fuck, Godric, you're wonderful. You're amazing, I can't-" Whatever Dorian was about to say is interrupted by another shameless groan.

[loveisall]

He rides him hard, biting his lip and tasting his own blood. Enough that he leans down to kiss Dorian, keeping him high. "You can't what?" he moans, feeling himself building.

[brushoff]

"I can't think straight, you ass," Dorian laughs, as Godric's blood hits his mouth, as that euphoric high continues. This feels fantastic. And Dorian doesn't want it to stop.

"I'm already hard. I'm going to—Christ, I'm going to come."

[loveisall]

"Then come. Maybe you'll stay hard after for me," he grins, riding him and reaching down to touch himself. "You want to fill me up, Dorian. Claim me."

[brushoff]

With a shameless laugh, Dorian spills himself inside Godric. He groans with pleasure, enjoying the feeling of releasing himself, and...it still hard. Perfect. V is such a wonderful drug.

"You spoil me," he laughs, raggedly as hell.

[loveisall]

He continues to ride him, through his release and beyond, then moves off while he kisses him.

"No," he mutters. "You are beautiful. That is my only thought."

[brushoff]

"Of course I am," Dorian points out. There's a ragged tone in his voice and he seems damn tired (though still damn high), but he continues with, "Say it again anyway. Tell me how beautiful I am."

[loveisall]

"You are beautiful," he says as he pushes inside of him, wanting to use him until he's spent, until he can't take it. Wanting to give Dorian everything he's been begging for.

[brushoff]

Dorian can't help but laugh, tired, absolutely wiped out expression on his face. He's spent, he's tired, he's fucking high, but he manages to croak out,

"Again."

[loveisall]

"I will kill you," he says as he rests his forehead against his shoulder. "Your heart will explode."

[brushoff]

"That won't take," Dorian laughs. "I've had organs ripped out before. They grow back. It'll hurt like a bitch, but I can still take it."

[loveisall]

Godric chuckles as he sits back. "Come and let me draw you a bath, at least. It will help with the aches."

[brushoff]

"You spoil me," he lightly teases, before propping himself up on his elbows. All of Dorian's movements are slow, deliberate, because fuck is he sore. He's still a bit high, the V currently winning out against the battle with Dorian's immortality, but that doesn't change the fact that he was fucked silly and screwed seven ways to Sunday. His portrait is going to take on some very aggravating cramps overnight.

"But yes, I will happily run up your water bill. Draw up the hottest and most luxurious bath you can possible make! I deserve the best, after all."

[loveisall]

"Do you really want to just be my pampered little companion?" he wonders, standing up and stretching before wandering to his bathroom and running the water. He makes sure it's nice and hot without being scalding, then adds earthy-scented oils to it. If Dorian wants luxury, then Godric is going to give him luxury.

[brushoff]

"Absolutely," Dorian says, with zero hesitation. "We both know I'm more than that. We both know I'm better than that. But I'm a man of luxury!"

There's a wide, teasing smile on his face as he grins over at Godric. Already the bath smells so nice. Dorian saunters over towards the bathroom, dipping a hand in the water to check the temperature.

"Besides, it might behoove you to have a pampered little companion. If your enemies think I'm a useless little idiot, that could be beneficial."

[loveisall]

He cups his face as he comes close. "But is that what you want?"

He pulls the curtain back and sets out a towel, taking Dorian's hand in his to try and guide him into the water.