When Dorian spoke such vulgarities, Bramen could only shiver and turn his head, giving the man more access to his ear. He loved the words that came from the man - whether it be the praise, the poetry, or the downright vile curses he could use. When his lover was turned on, anything was possible. A long breath came from Bramen's nose, another firm rock of his hips, all but thrusting against his lover's stomach again as a content sound came from his throat.
His eyes flashed towards Dorian, something almost devious in them. Indeed, he could be cruel. "I could have you on your stomach, gripping the sheets," he suggested, fingers on the back of Dorian's head coming through his hair. "Or I could have you on your back, your legs wrapped around me," he turned his head, a wet kiss meeting beneath his lover's chin, "Your nails digging into my shoulders? Raking down my back..." That was another feeling Bramen loved, even if it often stung for hours after. Love marks - bite marks, nails down his back, little reminders of what he'd done with the man, what he'd made him feel.
"Of you could stay where you are," he eased his hand on Dorian's back, rubbing along his shoulders once more, craning his neck and turning his attention to one of Dorian's own ears, shifting beneath the man and pushing himself upwards - he sucked on Dorian's earlobe, bodies pressed together.
"Stay there, riding me as hard as you can," the words fell hot against Dorian's ear. Riding him, inside or out - needy and desperate. They did have all night - but that didn't mean either one of them wanted to wait that long.
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His eyes flashed towards Dorian, something almost devious in them. Indeed, he could be cruel. "I could have you on your stomach, gripping the sheets," he suggested, fingers on the back of Dorian's head coming through his hair. "Or I could have you on your back, your legs wrapped around me," he turned his head, a wet kiss meeting beneath his lover's chin, "Your nails digging into my shoulders? Raking down my back..." That was another feeling Bramen loved, even if it often stung for hours after. Love marks - bite marks, nails down his back, little reminders of what he'd done with the man, what he'd made him feel.
"Of you could stay where you are," he eased his hand on Dorian's back, rubbing along his shoulders once more, craning his neck and turning his attention to one of Dorian's own ears, shifting beneath the man and pushing himself upwards - he sucked on Dorian's earlobe, bodies pressed together.
"Stay there, riding me as hard as you can," the words fell hot against Dorian's ear. Riding him, inside or out - needy and desperate. They did have all night - but that didn't mean either one of them wanted to wait that long.