Well, that comment couldn't be ignored. Dorian pulled his mouth off but continued to stroke his cock slowly.
"Amatus, you make me feel wonderful. Your hands, your mouth and your cock are a gift from the Maker and the pleasure you bring me should be written about by poets." He pressed a kiss to his hip and that deep, beautiful scar.
He pushed up to drape himself over Bramen and kiss him deeply. How could his lover doubt himself like that? Didn't he have some idea of how much Dorian wanted him?
If Bramen had no idea then Dorian was not being a good lover. He would have to work harder to show Bramen just how good this made him feel, how being with him was the heart of everything good in the world.
"You are a fool to ask that question. A beautiful fool to think you don't please me simply by existing."
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"Amatus, you make me feel wonderful. Your hands, your mouth and your cock are a gift from the Maker and the pleasure you bring me should be written about by poets." He pressed a kiss to his hip and that deep, beautiful scar.
He pushed up to drape himself over Bramen and kiss him deeply. How could his lover doubt himself like that? Didn't he have some idea of how much Dorian wanted him?
If Bramen had no idea then Dorian was not being a good lover. He would have to work harder to show Bramen just how good this made him feel, how being with him was the heart of everything good in the world.
"You are a fool to ask that question. A beautiful fool to think you don't please me simply by existing."