There was no stifling Dorian. He let every sound he made echo around the room and fill the space wit the sounds of his pleasure. He wanted Bramen to hear how good this felt, how good he felt thanks to his lover.

The loss of his hand does delay Dorian's release. He whined and pressed tight against Bramen's beautiful muscled stomach, trying to chase the feeling again that he was so close to, so terribly close.

When he came it felt like releasing a spell that he had been building, an ecstatic release that made his skin feel alive and his body tremble. He grabbed Bramen's face in his hands and dragged him into a deep, hard kiss. He was practically dizzy, taking little gasping breaths between presses of his lips against Bramen's.

He would be exhausted after this, practically giggly and stupid from satisfaction. It was a damn good feeling.