[Those words undo him. For the briefest moment he allows himself to believe they're true, to imagine for just a moment that Dorian is truly his, and that alone is enough to throw him headlong into his second orgasm.
He sobs out a pleasured sound, an attempt at Dorian's name, as he spills his release across his own stomach. His hole clenches around the length still inside him, as if trying to milk Dorian's climax from him as well.
And that brief, momentary fantasy -- that he is with his lover, not a customer, that he belonged to Dorian, and Dorian to him -- lingers as the pleasure rushes through him, as his body trembles in the aftermath.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 04:50 am (UTC)He sobs out a pleasured sound, an attempt at Dorian's name, as he spills his release across his own stomach. His hole clenches around the length still inside him, as if trying to milk Dorian's climax from him as well.
And that brief, momentary fantasy -- that he is with his lover, not a customer, that he belonged to Dorian, and Dorian to him -- lingers as the pleasure rushes through him, as his body trembles in the aftermath.]