Every moan from Dorian was music to Bramen's ears, faintly twitching at certain sounds that were drawn from the man. Such a wonderful chorus it was, even if Bramen tried to keep himself a bit quieter, all the way up until his own release his him and he jerked hard against his partner. A low sound tore from his throat - something that was silenced all over again as Dorian's lips crushed against his own. He continued to grind hard against his love, even as that pleasure faded, his hips still moving out of instinct.

He didn't want to break that kiss, even as they gasped and let out lighter moans. Dorian wasn't the only one dizzy from that pleasure, dizzy and exhausted, hips slowing until they'd finally stopped. His legs were sore now, a small ache in his back. That had been more than enough to satisfy him, the elf now trying to catch his breath as he sank against Dorian's broader form. His head returned to that shoulder, exhaling as his eyes fluttered closed, needing a moment to regain his bearings.

"You never fail to surprise me," he murmured, lazily nuzzling his partner's neck now.