[Eventually the fighter seems to remember himself and shifts in Dorian's arms, enough to turn his head and press a kiss against his jawline. Affection is so easy, so natural now, now that they've both managed to spill secrets and actually speak about them.
He's sated and pleasantly tired, but he's certain -- by the band still quite secure around his throat -- that this little ritual is nowhere near done with them. So maybe that's why he adds, spoken just by Dorian's ear.]
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He's sated and pleasantly tired, but he's certain -- by the band still quite secure around his throat -- that this little ritual is nowhere near done with them. So maybe that's why he adds, spoken just by Dorian's ear.]
Next time... let me fuck you?