As much as he wanted to watch those fingers inside of his lover, Bramen leaned in and pressed a kiss to Dorian's tailbone. He braced one arm against the bed, kissing along the man's back and out towards one side. He enjoyed watching - but half the fun in watching was also listening to all the sounds he could draw from his lover's throat. Fingers were a nice distraction, something to keep Dorian busy while Bramen slowly worked on taking the lead.
He stroked along the man's back and reached between Dorian's legs, fondling his sac, slicked with that oil that had dripped down his length. Bramen squeezed his lover's balls, cupping them and bouncing them a little in his palm, all the while his lips kissed down along a firm cheek. A trail of wet kisses, breathing against olive skin.
"Tell me what you want - how you want it," he finally said, sucking in a breath. His own cock twitched in anticipation. He moved to touch Dorian's wrist, stroking across it as the man continued to thrust those oiled fingers into his body, leaning in to kiss his forearm. He began to guide Dorian's hand back, until those fingers slipped out of his body and he pushed the mage's hand away, moving in behind his lover.
Bramen reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding to Dorian's stretched hole and pressing the slick head against it. "Should we start this slow?" he murmured, easing the head of his length inside of the man, teasing him - pushing the head inside and then pulling it out, slowly widening the man further. There was a hitch in Bramen's breath in doing so, the elf wetting his lips. He paused for a moment, the head of his cock at Dorian's opening, threatening to press inside and past that ring of muscle.
The elf shifted on his knees, lithe form leaning over the mage as he spoke again, holding the base of his length steady. His breathing was coming heavier, his heart pounding with anticipation as he wet those lips again, audibly swallowing.
"Or... Are you tired of waiting?" He didn't even give Dorian a chance to respond, pushing his cock inside of the man's body. He grasped Dorian's shoulder and clenched his teeth, pushing the entire length inside of his lover, not stopping until he was hilted inside of him, letting Dorian take it all at once.
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He stroked along the man's back and reached between Dorian's legs, fondling his sac, slicked with that oil that had dripped down his length. Bramen squeezed his lover's balls, cupping them and bouncing them a little in his palm, all the while his lips kissed down along a firm cheek. A trail of wet kisses, breathing against olive skin.
"Tell me what you want - how you want it," he finally said, sucking in a breath. His own cock twitched in anticipation. He moved to touch Dorian's wrist, stroking across it as the man continued to thrust those oiled fingers into his body, leaning in to kiss his forearm. He began to guide Dorian's hand back, until those fingers slipped out of his body and he pushed the mage's hand away, moving in behind his lover.
Bramen reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding to Dorian's stretched hole and pressing the slick head against it. "Should we start this slow?" he murmured, easing the head of his length inside of the man, teasing him - pushing the head inside and then pulling it out, slowly widening the man further. There was a hitch in Bramen's breath in doing so, the elf wetting his lips. He paused for a moment, the head of his cock at Dorian's opening, threatening to press inside and past that ring of muscle.
The elf shifted on his knees, lithe form leaning over the mage as he spoke again, holding the base of his length steady. His breathing was coming heavier, his heart pounding with anticipation as he wet those lips again, audibly swallowing.
"Or... Are you tired of waiting?" He didn't even give Dorian a chance to respond, pushing his cock inside of the man's body. He grasped Dorian's shoulder and clenched his teeth, pushing the entire length inside of his lover, not stopping until he was hilted inside of him, letting Dorian take it all at once.