[ there's the immediate taste of dorian's drink when their mouths meet, the heat of his lips and skin soaking into larus and warming him in a way he hasn't experienced in so long. not since those nights spent tangled up in casimir's bedsheets and the fragrance of the incense he keeps tucked away in a safe place—the only memory of home he'd somehow brought with him aside from his sister's photo.
it pains him to think about it, to think about any of it. so, he doesn't. he buries it away somewhere else and presses into the contact to deepen it, to urge dorian to kiss him the way they've both obviously been thinking about. the hand in his shirt only tightens, his other used for balance against dorian's knee as he leans into him. he could overpower him, push him down into the cushions of the sofa they sit on and touch him. see what lies underneath all of his purposeful words and actions, but he's slow to do much just yet, wanting to savor this moment for what it is.
[Larus doesn't have to push hard. This is the sin Dorian indulges in most often, and there's a familiar thrill and outpouring of desire as lips part and he tastes the sweet chill of the other man's tongue. At the same time there is, too, a sudden warmth that passes over the ice that's encased his heart for months: a spark of a reminder that he's still alive, even if it's not enough to sustain him. But the ready acceptance is stirring, and Dorian meets the passion he feels emanating from the other man in equal measure, taking the hand on his knee at the wrist and putting it on his body. (Yes, please do touch him.)
His impression of the other man is deepening as he's met with, through the conversation happening between lips and hands, a depth of feeling that's only sometimes apparent in the softening and shifting of Larus' tone when they talk about difficult subjects. It's immediately addictive-- like delving through layers of stone only to find something warm, oppressive, and also somehow tender, encased within.
All of it will be something to stew in later when his mind isn't twisted up in the immediacy of the moment.
When Dorian pulls apart to take a breath, his eyes are darker and hooded with lust. There's no deeper reflection or momentary consideration of what's happening in favor of instinctual response. Without objections, he's going to draw the vampire against him again and into his lap, his lips falling upon Larus' neck in harder kisses interspersed with scrapes of teeth as he makes his way upward.]
[ it's too quick, too easy. larus senses the urgency and desire as soon as that hand is around his wrist, silently giving him permission to touch, and he tumbles into it without missing a beat, drowning in the taste, the sensation of heat and life that pours from him. his fingers seek out warm flesh under the hem of his clothes, flattening his palm against dorian's side so he can curve it around and feel the expanse of his back. but he fumbles when he's pulled forward, straddling him and finding an oddly uncomfortable tightness blooming in his chest with the pressure of dorian's mouth against his neck.
he makes a sound – a sigh, some displeased little thing – in the back of his throat and uses the hand still against his chest to push him backwards into the cushions. it's only a partial display of strength, ignoring the monstrous part of him that grows excited when he turns his head to press a kiss against dorian's jaw. larus follows it to his ear, listening to the rush of his heart hammering away, and it's his turn to mouth at dorian's neck, recalling suddenly that small detail about how he enjoys being bitten.
larus won't. he absolutely will not, but he only has so much control, taking the time to graze dorian's skin with the edge of his fangs like a promise. like he's thinking about it. that line he cannot cross though, not after they've already come this far and larus is all but outright admitting he wants dorian in a way that's not quite so platonic or practical. ]
[Dorian can't help the breath that leaves him at the feeling of fangs teasing against his neck. It's such a familiar and romantically-coded gesture to his body by now that his response is practically written into his nervous system.
He can, however, reach for control of the moments that follow as the rest of him starts catching up to what's happening. He opens his eyes (when did he shut them?), fixing Larus with a hard, but not cold, stare.]
Don't. [He's mastering himself quickly enough, but it's a struggle the entire way through. Taking a breath, Dorian reaches up to wrap fingers around Larus' jaw firmly. There's only a chance that this offering of fangs is meant to be more than a simple tasting of what could be, but it's too much.
As much as Dorian knows himself well enough to know it would sing directly to his rotten and debased core. How achingly bittersweet and pleasurable it would be, to again share himself with someone he feels connected to by being bound through blood.
That's the entire point, and why he's stopping Larus. For different reasons, this is a line too far for both of them.]
[ boundaries, he thinks, and it's good to know where he might have pushed too far. larus looks at him, suspended there like he's been caught. if he had to breathe, he would suddenly find that he couldn't, but all he does is swallow and turn his head away, letting his mouth brush at dorian's fingers before leaning back to sit.
it's such a small motion, his body already aching to be close again. to feel that warmth, to savor the angles and the way their mouths fit together. maybe he could take it again, but larus needs a moment to think, now uncertain if staying there is the best course of action for either of them. they should talk about it, and yet, larus finds that he's already grown tired of talking. at least about those things. ]
I won't. [ the words are rough, a bit pained. there's an apology somewhere that he can't force himself to give. so, he shakes his head, frustrated with himself. ] You know how I feel about it.
[ or larus assumes dorian does. how many times has he said that he doesn't take pleasure in biting? how many times would it take to see just how quickly that becomes a lie if he's hungry enough for it? ]
I heard you. [It's part of the reason why he stopped them from even playing at the idea-- that, and the need to clamp down on his own weakness before it threatened to tear him apart at the seams. The grip on Larus' jaw loosens, and Dorian's fingers drift to the man's hair instead, brushing through it with slow, caring fingers.]
That's why I helped. [Because the only way a temptation ever releases its hold is when someone gives into it. No matter how reprehensible the desire, that is the truth as Dorian understands it, and has understood ever since his true youth.]
[ larus wants to protest – something about not being a child, about having control – but he remains silent instead, eyes drifting closed for a moment to savor the touch of dorian's fingers through his hair. he's still straddled atop him, settled comfortably despite the momentary interruption, and the look he gives dorian is surprisingly gentle as he lifts his hand to lightly stroke his thumb against the curve of his cheek. ]
I like kissing you.
[ an absent thought but an honest one, murmured softly between them like it's their secret alone to have. it's something else for larus to admit it, but he wants dorian to know that he isn't opposed to more of that or even just sitting in his company for a while longer. ]
[A short silence, in which Dorian drops his free hand to rest it on Larus' hip as he settles into the plush cushions at his back. The soft look the vampire has for him is something worth savoring, as is the pleasant, trusting, and sexually-tinged intimacy between them.
It's a bit of a climb back from the emotional speed bump they hit, but the sweet, gentle touches to his face help.]
Then by all means, [he offers, voice pure velvet.]
[ larus wouldn't have stopped, wouldn't have bitten him, so there's something there they should talk about at some point. but he doesn't feel the need to do so just yet, tempted by that invitation to indulge just a little longer. there's nothing wrong with testing what this is and what it might be, sweeping his fingers into dorian's hair and slipping them just under his head as he leans down to kiss him.
it's firm contact, savoring his warmth and chasing after it with his tongue when he kisses him deeper. if he considers it too hard, larus would simply be content to press himself into dorian and drown in the sound of his heart thundering beneath his ear as he rested his face against his chest. but that's something that might come later, instead using his free hand to reach for the one at his hip and urging dorian to touch him as he wants. ]
[Time with a new lover is something worth indulging in to the fullest, and taking in moment by exquisite moment. Larus' skin is so soft and so cold, and the sensation when Dorian slips hands under his shirt (any invitation to touch is one he will gladly take) to touch him sends shivers up his spine and desire tightening deep in his abdomen. Part of him would very much enjoy taking this man apart, and tasting him in the most visceral way possible. It feels like an inevitability that he will.
It would be something, too, to lay Larus out and see his face soften completely in the midst of reckless pleasure. By necessity, such a complete relinquishing of one's guard is rarer for them than ordinary people. It would be moving.
Beautiful.
For now, though, he'll take his time.
When the chance comes, Dorian wraps an arm around the small of the vampire's back, fingers dragging over pale flesh, drawing him closer and hard against his groin with intention. The stiff roughness of jeans against him is excellent (and achingly familiar, again) and Dorian exhales in a rush at the feeling.]
[ time is really all larus can offer him right now anyway, sinking into the heat that surrounds him and every touch that dorian offers. he even arches into the weight of his hand, purposely focusing on the physical rather than anything his brain might tell him. that the fingers against his skin don't feel quite right, that the shape of the mouth against his is wrong. that it's not someone he loves but someone he could potentially hold something for that resembles much more than simple affection. at least there's attraction, shifting down against him when he's tugged close for the friction.
he breaks the kiss, lips sliding over dorian's cheek. then the shell of his ear. when he speaks, his voice is low and soft and just right there. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ it's an earnest question, wondering if this had been the plan all along or if it's just a natural progression of the tension that's developed between them. larus had felt it the moment they'd first met, and now, being here with him, having told him more than he's ever willingly offered up about anything personal, it says too much. it says he needs to be careful even as his fingers gently tug at dorian's hair to tip his head back so their eyes meet. ]
[Dorian's other hand falls to create twin grips on the other man's hips.
He wants Larus. Along with the sympathy he feels for the young vampire, there's another part of him, quiet but insistently hungry, that always craves soft and passionate things and to lay blackened hands upon them to see how they change.
He's not really thinking. Not when his blood is rushing in decidedly the opposite direction of his brain.]
To see the rest of you. [It's offered unwaveringly.] To take you apart slowly, and watch the expressions change on your face.
[ it's an admission he should expect, something he's sensed since the beginning of their exchanges. larus could say no; he knows he could, considering it even as he leans back slightly to look at him. there's intensity in the way he watches him, but it's not quite the same as what dorian says. he has no interest in taking him apart or any of the other things he claims. he just wants — ]
You could if I let you. [ sliding his fingers down dorian's chest, his hands go to the hem of his own shirt. ] I don't know if I give you all of that just yet, but I do want you.
[ there's no reason to lie about it, and larus strips out of his shirt without hesitation, dropping the fabric over the side of the sofa just before dipping forward to kiss him again. it's harder this time, sharp, and with some sort of end to work towards, he no longer hesitates to touch him, his intention now to help dorian undress. ]
[That response earns a smile in return, probably because it's so characteristic of Larus as he's coming to know him. Unwelcoming, but somehow still interested. The complexity of the reaction stokes the flares of Dorian's interest more than if the vampire had simply fallen to him. He watches the other man discard his shirt, and then reaches out to lay hands on smooth, moon-pale flesh.
The sight is as moving as he imagined. For every vampire Dorian has ever had any feeling for at all, he's wished that he could hold the mirror of his appreciation up to them to show them a fraction of how impressive they are. It's more than the perfection of an unchanging form. It's the suspension of young lives, and how achingly human their struggles with their own inhumanity are. It's not something people like Toby or Larus would understand in the same way that he does and Dorian does know that, but his appreciation is boundless nonetheless.]
How?
[He had been genuine back during one of their earlier conversations when he'd said that he doesn't want anything that wouldn't be given willingly.]
[ there's something incredibly personal about being open this way, shirt off and bare to the hands to practically sear into him. larus has warmed slightly from the constant contact of dorian's body heat, but it's still a craving that he can never get enough of. much like his own bloodlust, pausing as he takes a moment to savor the spread of dorian's hands at his chest.
is he meant to tell him? should he tell him? maybe that part doesn't matter so much. ]
I want to know you, [ he says eventually, shifting to get one of his hands between them. his fingers find the fastening of dorian's pants, toying with it idly. ] Your mind, your body. What it's like for you to want me too.
[ there's no desperation, no finality. it's just what larus feels is appropriate, the honesty of someone who can't actually speak what they truly desire. he wants the closeness too, wants to be able to confide in dorian and have some sort of steadiness in this city while he figures out exactly what his life means now that he's unable to achieve what he's aimed to do since he'd died. larus kisses him again, a soft nip at his lower lip punctuating what follows: ]
[It's a more significant ask than Larus may realize. He wants to be close. Not just in the sense of the way their hips and Dorian's hands are pressed against clothed and bare flesh now. That's easier. Dorian can, and has, had that with strangers in public bathrooms five minutes after meeting them outside music halls and airport gates. Being truly close is...
part of him wonders if he can, in the sense of offering more than the care that he's already given to the man pressed up against him and kissing him. He leans into that last touch of lips for the pleasure of it but also the moment it buys him to think, one of the hands on Larus' chest smoothing around to wrap about the small of the vampire's back. The curve of the spine there is elegant and strong, and-- inspirational, oddly.
He would enjoy nothing more than to peel the rest of Larus' clothes off in whatever way the man would let him, but just those few simple, sweet words the man has for him have now gotten him ruminating.]
It sounds like you're asking more for my story and my time, rather than to be laid out. [For now it's an smoothly-offered observation, rather than an immediate offering.
(There might be the smallest hint of sulkiness, too. Sex is easier than opening up.)]
[ he's not expecting anything like that. dorian had asked, and honest as always, larus had answered. there are layers to whatever relationship it is they're forming, letting his eyes drift closed to savor the way he touches him before looking at him once more. ]
If I'd only wanted to fuck, I doubt I would have asked for your name. [ instead, he'd asked questions and tried to ignore this pull of attraction between them. ] I want those things, Dorian, but I also want you to touch me.
[ it's a brazen admission, almost self-conscious with how vulnerable it must make him look to request such a thing. there would be time to talk until they've run out of breath, but right now, mostly encircled in the other's arms, larus wants to do anything but discuss such things. he should be used to that kind of prompting, and yet, he doesn't want any other reminders of home, pressing a kiss to dorian's jaw and adding the blunt nip of his teeth to the gesture.
sex is easier; larus would agree on that. but he's never chosen anything based on its simplicity. ]
[It shouldn't at Dorian's age and after the sheer number of people he's met, but the mixture of bluntness and complexity of these kinds of responses from Larus throw him. It's part of what makes his conversations with the vampire enjoyable and surprising; Lying about himself is so second nature that being confronted with relentless honesty is strange.
But the man has a point, and the part of Dorian that isn't being drawn back into the distraction of lips at the line of his jaw, issues an amused sound.]
Nevermind, then, [he throws out easily. All of what they're trying, and semi-succeeding, at discussing can wait.] We'll talk later.
[It'll take a few mental shifts to get himself out of the brooding he'd inadvertently fallen into, but it all starts with the line of shirt buttons that climb from his pelvis to his throat. Dorian pulls at the fabric as it loosens around his shoulders, baring his too-perfect skin to the other man, and then reaching up to wrap hands around the back of Larus' neck for a deeper, more purposeful kiss.]
[ there's a soft sound in response to that, something that doesn't require much effort seeing as how he's really unable to speak, and larus falls into the pressure of hands and mouth without a second thought. he's spent so much time overthinking this that they'd nearly stalled, surprisingly patient as he pulls at the buttons of dorian's shirt to expose more skin he's decided he really wants to touch.
being close, at least, is a much better thing to focus on than anything else.
and once the kiss breaks, larus trails his mouth elsewhere. to the slope of naked neck and shoulder, keeping his teeth far from the temptation of simply sinking down into it. he's not starving so it's a non-issue. but he follows the drum of dorian's heart, slipping his hand under the fabric of his shirt to gently scratch blunt nails over his belly and back down to his pants. with the fastening undone, there's room to maneuver, and he pushes his fingers in to touch him, turning his head back to kiss him again. harder this time, soaking up the heat that makes him feel more alive than he's felt in a while. ]
[Velvety, chilly touches of lips against Dorian's neck and shoulders send excitement sparking from his core to the tips of his extremities. It's a familiar thrill, and one he's come to savor each time he can have it-- meaning, just this once in the past year or so. It's a suggestion of someone he's craved so deeply that him giving into the feeling with someone new is an inevitability. A backup of sheer need and longing pours from him in a rush, as he raises his hips to press into the new weight against his cock. For just a moment it's like being pulled back to the sensation of being alive, and of actually wanting to be at all.
Now that they're moving forward in earnest, he's not going to hold back. Dorian's hands drop to the fastenings of Larus' jeans, fumbling distractedly with the buttons for a moment as short breaths fall from his lips, before everything is mercifully drawn aside. He glances up briefly, locking eyes with Larus, before reaching down to wrap fingers around the other man's cock in the way he's been wanting.
It's an open question about how vampirism works in a world different than the one Dorian's used to, and if this will work, but that won't matter until it actually does. Once he gets some kind of reaction, Dorian's going to sink into the kiss on offer, deepening it as he begins to touch Larus in earnest.]
[ maybe it's something he should have considered before pursuing this with anyone else, but his working knowledge of vampires is frighteningly similar to what he knows of humans. their bodies, their chemistry. aside from the very obvious differences – blood to sustain and no sunlight – everything is still much the same—as far this kind of intimacy goes. he's already half-hard by the time his jeans are undone, a clear indication that he is incredibly attracted to this man. how often has he been able to say that about anyone for the longest time? none, really. aside from one, and there's enough difference to not get confused by it, to not long for dark skin and unsubtle urgings to bite wherever he pleases.
he fumbles then, for a moment, but larus rocks into the pressure of dorian's hand to test the way it feels, ignoring his thoughts and centering himself in memorizing dorian's responses instead. the way he exhales, when his breath hitches at something he particularly seems to like as larus gives his cock a purposeful squeeze before stroking him. fabric and the angle don't offer much in terms of movement though, and it's almost laughable how content he is to jerk him off like this. like they're desperate teenagers hungry for one another.
larus is quiet as he bears into him, swallowed up by the thunderous sound of dorian's pulse in his ears and the sharp heat of his fingers around him. he should remove them, pin his arms above his head and use his mouth to make him come because it's so much easier to turn the attention away from himself, but for now, he doesn't. he simply gives into it for a while, kissing at dorian's jaw and down his throat again as he presses against him. ]
[It isn't frenetic, the way Dorian runs his fist over the man pressed up against him. He's had every kind of sexual experience imaginable, but each time and every way it happens is something worth savoring. This too is a sampling of something deeper and full of promise, even if he truly would have enjoyed stripping the vampire the rest of the way and fucking him. That hasn't been put on the table yet, and pulling an orgasm from the other man will be satisfying enough for now. It all quiets his thoughts and the hounding of pains, mistakes, and the consequences of over a hundred years of selfish and decadent living, as he tastes Larus and learns exactly how his body responds to each press of his body or grip of his hand.
The angle is getting frustrating and inconvenient, though, and clothing keeps restricting him in ways he isn't willing to accept. So as soon as there's a chance, Dorian will stop long enough to shift their position, meet the other man's eyes for the briefest moment, and then press Larus into the loveseat cushions beneath them both.]
Faster, [he urges, knowing exactly what it'll take to get him over the edge. Compliance earns Larus a groan, and a further shortening of the breaths leaving him as his heart knocks ever-harder in his chest. As young and virile as his magically-preserved body is, it won't take much of this for him to reach the orgasm he's chasing.]
[ there's an edge they're racing towards, brought closer by the fact he doesn't protest the change in positions. it's easier now, too, his jeans halfway down his thighs, and while he can't part his legs too far, he can arch into the pull of dorian's movements. friction, warmth. all of it larus desires, and he complies because he doesn't feel the need to be petulant about it, curious to see what dorian will look like once he's unraveled—even just a little.
rather than search for another kiss, however, he uses his free hand to press against the back of dorian's head, drawing him down so their foreheads gently knock together. he wants to feel his breath, gripping him tighter and stroking faster as the edge of his thumb slides and teases over the head every time. and he's close, so close. because the pleasure of it is overwhelming, because he's always starved for this sort of soft contact. because he wants, and the race of dorian's heart is going to drown him before he can stop it.
second, minutes. larus can't count, but he's aware of the way his fangs pierce into his own tongue the moment he comes, tasting his own blood and eyes squeezed shut. being here, in this place and with dorian... it's going to slowly destroy him, and he doesn't think there's much to be done about it. ]
[Larus coming in his hand and pulling him in again is stirring. Dorian will keep touching the vampire just long enough to carry the other man through his orgasm, to revel in it, and to bring an element of sweet torture to sensitive skin to get himself that final step to the knife's edge.
He opens his eyes to appreciate the other man's expression, but then closes them again just as quickly as his orgasm crests and takes hold of him. Dorian's breath leaves him in a moan, and he comes between them without any particular care as to where. All he wants in this moment is more closeness to fill the insatiable, empty hole in his core, and he finds some of it in a tipping of his head to capture Larus' lips again. He immediately tastes blood, but the tangy sting of copper seems natural in this moment and doesn't deter him.
It's exquisite, in that this is both somehow erotic and unexpectedly, deeply intimate at the same time. Dorian isn't thinking about much of anything at all at the moment, but when he does, this will be something to reflect on. To try and appreciate exactly what happened here, and what it could mean.
When he pulls away, it's to catch his breath and recover.]
[ the aftermath of the moment is sharp, a little bitter, but he swallows and finds it's just the taste of blood. it's enough to stir his senses, inhaling once for no reason in particular before trying to pull himself back together. there's the cooling warmth of come at his hip and between his fingers, not an entirely unpleasant sensation as he finally moves.
larus pulls himself free when dorian draws away, only going far enough to drag his clothes into place despite the mess they've made. his shirt is still somewhere on the floor, but he's not so shy as to worry about it. the entire time, a handful of seconds at most, he spends it watching dorian and listening to the slowly easing rhythm of his heartbeat. a cadence he now has memorized, something burned into him like this experience they've just shared. it prompts larus to move in close again, taking dorian's hand and turning the wrist towards him so he can press his mouth there. a kiss, lingering over his pulse. ]
This isn't how I usually get to know someone.
[ murmured against skin, he looks at him with an expression that says as much. this isn't a habit for him, and it never will be. ]
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it pains him to think about it, to think about any of it. so, he doesn't. he buries it away somewhere else and presses into the contact to deepen it, to urge dorian to kiss him the way they've both obviously been thinking about. the hand in his shirt only tightens, his other used for balance against dorian's knee as he leans into him. he could overpower him, push him down into the cushions of the sofa they sit on and touch him. see what lies underneath all of his purposeful words and actions, but he's slow to do much just yet, wanting to savor this moment for what it is.
for what it might lead to in the future. ]
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His impression of the other man is deepening as he's met with, through the conversation happening between lips and hands, a depth of feeling that's only sometimes apparent in the softening and shifting of Larus' tone when they talk about difficult subjects. It's immediately addictive-- like delving through layers of stone only to find something warm, oppressive, and also somehow tender, encased within.
All of it will be something to stew in later when his mind isn't twisted up in the immediacy of the moment.
When Dorian pulls apart to take a breath, his eyes are darker and hooded with lust. There's no deeper reflection or momentary consideration of what's happening in favor of instinctual response. Without objections, he's going to draw the vampire against him again and into his lap, his lips falling upon Larus' neck in harder kisses interspersed with scrapes of teeth as he makes his way upward.]
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he makes a sound – a sigh, some displeased little thing – in the back of his throat and uses the hand still against his chest to push him backwards into the cushions. it's only a partial display of strength, ignoring the monstrous part of him that grows excited when he turns his head to press a kiss against dorian's jaw. larus follows it to his ear, listening to the rush of his heart hammering away, and it's his turn to mouth at dorian's neck, recalling suddenly that small detail about how he enjoys being bitten.
larus won't. he absolutely will not, but he only has so much control, taking the time to graze dorian's skin with the edge of his fangs like a promise. like he's thinking about it. that line he cannot cross though, not after they've already come this far and larus is all but outright admitting he wants dorian in a way that's not quite so platonic or practical. ]
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He can, however, reach for control of the moments that follow as the rest of him starts catching up to what's happening. He opens his eyes (when did he shut them?), fixing Larus with a hard, but not cold, stare.]
Don't. [He's mastering himself quickly enough, but it's a struggle the entire way through. Taking a breath, Dorian reaches up to wrap fingers around Larus' jaw firmly. There's only a chance that this offering of fangs is meant to be more than a simple tasting of what could be, but it's too much.
As much as Dorian knows himself well enough to know it would sing directly to his rotten and debased core. How achingly bittersweet and pleasurable it would be, to again share himself with someone he feels connected to by being bound through blood.
That's the entire point, and why he's stopping Larus. For different reasons, this is a line too far for both of them.]
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it's such a small motion, his body already aching to be close again. to feel that warmth, to savor the angles and the way their mouths fit together. maybe he could take it again, but larus needs a moment to think, now uncertain if staying there is the best course of action for either of them. they should talk about it, and yet, larus finds that he's already grown tired of talking. at least about those things. ]
I won't. [ the words are rough, a bit pained. there's an apology somewhere that he can't force himself to give. so, he shakes his head, frustrated with himself. ] You know how I feel about it.
[ or larus assumes dorian does. how many times has he said that he doesn't take pleasure in biting? how many times would it take to see just how quickly that becomes a lie if he's hungry enough for it? ]
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That's why I helped. [Because the only way a temptation ever releases its hold is when someone gives into it. No matter how reprehensible the desire, that is the truth as Dorian understands it, and has understood ever since his true youth.]
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I like kissing you.
[ an absent thought but an honest one, murmured softly between them like it's their secret alone to have. it's something else for larus to admit it, but he wants dorian to know that he isn't opposed to more of that or even just sitting in his company for a while longer. ]
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It's a bit of a climb back from the emotional speed bump they hit, but the sweet, gentle touches to his face help.]
Then by all means, [he offers, voice pure velvet.]
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it's firm contact, savoring his warmth and chasing after it with his tongue when he kisses him deeper. if he considers it too hard, larus would simply be content to press himself into dorian and drown in the sound of his heart thundering beneath his ear as he rested his face against his chest. but that's something that might come later, instead using his free hand to reach for the one at his hip and urging dorian to touch him as he wants. ]
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It would be something, too, to lay Larus out and see his face soften completely in the midst of reckless pleasure. By necessity, such a complete relinquishing of one's guard is rarer for them than ordinary people. It would be moving.
Beautiful.
For now, though, he'll take his time.
When the chance comes, Dorian wraps an arm around the small of the vampire's back, fingers dragging over pale flesh, drawing him closer and hard against his groin with intention. The stiff roughness of jeans against him is excellent (and achingly familiar, again) and Dorian exhales in a rush at the feeling.]
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he breaks the kiss, lips sliding over dorian's cheek. then the shell of his ear. when he speaks, his voice is low and soft and just right there. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ it's an earnest question, wondering if this had been the plan all along or if it's just a natural progression of the tension that's developed between them. larus had felt it the moment they'd first met, and now, being here with him, having told him more than he's ever willingly offered up about anything personal, it says too much. it says he needs to be careful even as his fingers gently tug at dorian's hair to tip his head back so their eyes meet. ]
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He wants Larus. Along with the sympathy he feels for the young vampire, there's another part of him, quiet but insistently hungry, that always craves soft and passionate things and to lay blackened hands upon them to see how they change.
He's not really thinking. Not when his blood is rushing in decidedly the opposite direction of his brain.]
To see the rest of you. [It's offered unwaveringly.] To take you apart slowly, and watch the expressions change on your face.
I can do it, easily.
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You could if I let you. [ sliding his fingers down dorian's chest, his hands go to the hem of his own shirt. ] I don't know if I give you all of that just yet, but I do want you.
[ there's no reason to lie about it, and larus strips out of his shirt without hesitation, dropping the fabric over the side of the sofa just before dipping forward to kiss him again. it's harder this time, sharp, and with some sort of end to work towards, he no longer hesitates to touch him, his intention now to help dorian undress. ]
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The sight is as moving as he imagined. For every vampire Dorian has ever had any feeling for at all, he's wished that he could hold the mirror of his appreciation up to them to show them a fraction of how impressive they are. It's more than the perfection of an unchanging form. It's the suspension of young lives, and how achingly human their struggles with their own inhumanity are. It's not something people like Toby or Larus would understand in the same way that he does and Dorian does know that, but his appreciation is boundless nonetheless.]
How?
[He had been genuine back during one of their earlier conversations when he'd said that he doesn't want anything that wouldn't be given willingly.]
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is he meant to tell him? should he tell him? maybe that part doesn't matter so much. ]
I want to know you, [ he says eventually, shifting to get one of his hands between them. his fingers find the fastening of dorian's pants, toying with it idly. ] Your mind, your body. What it's like for you to want me too.
[ there's no desperation, no finality. it's just what larus feels is appropriate, the honesty of someone who can't actually speak what they truly desire. he wants the closeness too, wants to be able to confide in dorian and have some sort of steadiness in this city while he figures out exactly what his life means now that he's unable to achieve what he's aimed to do since he'd died. larus kisses him again, a soft nip at his lower lip punctuating what follows: ]
I want whatever you're willing to give me.
omg i'm so sorry
part of him wonders if he can, in the sense of offering more than the care that he's already given to the man pressed up against him and kissing him. He leans into that last touch of lips for the pleasure of it but also the moment it buys him to think, one of the hands on Larus' chest smoothing around to wrap about the small of the vampire's back. The curve of the spine there is elegant and strong, and-- inspirational, oddly.
He would enjoy nothing more than to peel the rest of Larus' clothes off in whatever way the man would let him, but just those few simple, sweet words the man has for him have now gotten him ruminating.]
It sounds like you're asking more for my story and my time, rather than to be laid out. [For now it's an smoothly-offered observation, rather than an immediate offering.
(There might be the smallest hint of sulkiness, too. Sex is easier than opening up.)]
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If I'd only wanted to fuck, I doubt I would have asked for your name. [ instead, he'd asked questions and tried to ignore this pull of attraction between them. ] I want those things, Dorian, but I also want you to touch me.
[ it's a brazen admission, almost self-conscious with how vulnerable it must make him look to request such a thing. there would be time to talk until they've run out of breath, but right now, mostly encircled in the other's arms, larus wants to do anything but discuss such things. he should be used to that kind of prompting, and yet, he doesn't want any other reminders of home, pressing a kiss to dorian's jaw and adding the blunt nip of his teeth to the gesture.
sex is easier; larus would agree on that. but he's never chosen anything based on its simplicity. ]
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But the man has a point, and the part of Dorian that isn't being drawn back into the distraction of lips at the line of his jaw, issues an amused sound.]
Nevermind, then, [he throws out easily. All of what they're trying, and semi-succeeding, at discussing can wait.] We'll talk later.
[It'll take a few mental shifts to get himself out of the brooding he'd inadvertently fallen into, but it all starts with the line of shirt buttons that climb from his pelvis to his throat. Dorian pulls at the fabric as it loosens around his shoulders, baring his too-perfect skin to the other man, and then reaching up to wrap hands around the back of Larus' neck for a deeper, more purposeful kiss.]
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being close, at least, is a much better thing to focus on than anything else.
and once the kiss breaks, larus trails his mouth elsewhere. to the slope of naked neck and shoulder, keeping his teeth far from the temptation of simply sinking down into it. he's not starving so it's a non-issue. but he follows the drum of dorian's heart, slipping his hand under the fabric of his shirt to gently scratch blunt nails over his belly and back down to his pants. with the fastening undone, there's room to maneuver, and he pushes his fingers in to touch him, turning his head back to kiss him again. harder this time, soaking up the heat that makes him feel more alive than he's felt in a while. ]
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Now that they're moving forward in earnest, he's not going to hold back. Dorian's hands drop to the fastenings of Larus' jeans, fumbling distractedly with the buttons for a moment as short breaths fall from his lips, before everything is mercifully drawn aside. He glances up briefly, locking eyes with Larus, before reaching down to wrap fingers around the other man's cock in the way he's been wanting.
It's an open question about how vampirism works in a world different than the one Dorian's used to, and if this will work, but that won't matter until it actually does. Once he gets some kind of reaction, Dorian's going to sink into the kiss on offer, deepening it as he begins to touch Larus in earnest.]
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he fumbles then, for a moment, but larus rocks into the pressure of dorian's hand to test the way it feels, ignoring his thoughts and centering himself in memorizing dorian's responses instead. the way he exhales, when his breath hitches at something he particularly seems to like as larus gives his cock a purposeful squeeze before stroking him. fabric and the angle don't offer much in terms of movement though, and it's almost laughable how content he is to jerk him off like this. like they're desperate teenagers hungry for one another.
larus is quiet as he bears into him, swallowed up by the thunderous sound of dorian's pulse in his ears and the sharp heat of his fingers around him. he should remove them, pin his arms above his head and use his mouth to make him come because it's so much easier to turn the attention away from himself, but for now, he doesn't. he simply gives into it for a while, kissing at dorian's jaw and down his throat again as he presses against him. ]
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The angle is getting frustrating and inconvenient, though, and clothing keeps restricting him in ways he isn't willing to accept. So as soon as there's a chance, Dorian will stop long enough to shift their position, meet the other man's eyes for the briefest moment, and then press Larus into the loveseat cushions beneath them both.]
Faster, [he urges, knowing exactly what it'll take to get him over the edge. Compliance earns Larus a groan, and a further shortening of the breaths leaving him as his heart knocks ever-harder in his chest. As young and virile as his magically-preserved body is, it won't take much of this for him to reach the orgasm he's chasing.]
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rather than search for another kiss, however, he uses his free hand to press against the back of dorian's head, drawing him down so their foreheads gently knock together. he wants to feel his breath, gripping him tighter and stroking faster as the edge of his thumb slides and teases over the head every time. and he's close, so close. because the pleasure of it is overwhelming, because he's always starved for this sort of soft contact. because he wants, and the race of dorian's heart is going to drown him before he can stop it.
second, minutes. larus can't count, but he's aware of the way his fangs pierce into his own tongue the moment he comes, tasting his own blood and eyes squeezed shut. being here, in this place and with dorian... it's going to slowly destroy him, and he doesn't think there's much to be done about it. ]
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He opens his eyes to appreciate the other man's expression, but then closes them again just as quickly as his orgasm crests and takes hold of him. Dorian's breath leaves him in a moan, and he comes between them without any particular care as to where. All he wants in this moment is more closeness to fill the insatiable, empty hole in his core, and he finds some of it in a tipping of his head to capture Larus' lips again. He immediately tastes blood, but the tangy sting of copper seems natural in this moment and doesn't deter him.
It's exquisite, in that this is both somehow erotic and unexpectedly, deeply intimate at the same time. Dorian isn't thinking about much of anything at all at the moment, but when he does, this will be something to reflect on. To try and appreciate exactly what happened here, and what it could mean.
When he pulls away, it's to catch his breath and recover.]
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larus pulls himself free when dorian draws away, only going far enough to drag his clothes into place despite the mess they've made. his shirt is still somewhere on the floor, but he's not so shy as to worry about it. the entire time, a handful of seconds at most, he spends it watching dorian and listening to the slowly easing rhythm of his heartbeat. a cadence he now has memorized, something burned into him like this experience they've just shared. it prompts larus to move in close again, taking dorian's hand and turning the wrist towards him so he can press his mouth there. a kiss, lingering over his pulse. ]
This isn't how I usually get to know someone.
[ murmured against skin, he looks at him with an expression that says as much. this isn't a habit for him, and it never will be. ]
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interesting that theyโre hesitant about the exact opposite things
they're honestly ridiculous and i love them for it
800% ridiculous and itโs great
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