Bramen had to silence small yelp that threatened to escape as those teeth sunk into his neck, gritting his own as his brow creased. He swallowed hard and let out a whimper in the end before breathing in, gripping Dorian's cock and his hip tighter. He exhaled and turned his head, leaning into the touch against his neck as he cracked his eyes open, smiling towards the man he loved.

"Yours, Dorian," he murmured. "Yours, as Falon'Din belongs to Dirthamen." He did his best to nuzzle against the mage, breathing out again as he arched his back, another moan passing his lips.