One hand moved to clutch Dorian's shoulder, the other found itself at the man's hip as the elf did what he could to steady his breathing, eyes closed as he felt the warmth and tightness of Dorian's body around him. He swallowed hard, easing himself back a little and digging his toes into the sheets - before thrusting back inside of his lover, pulling Dorian's body at the hip and shoulder to meet him. He could only go so far with Dorian's hand holding tightly onto him but he built up a steady rhythm, pulling out half-way before thrusting back in, letting his partner feel as much as he could.
Bramen panted over Dorian's back, his own arching as he plunged deep and let Dorian's backside meet his hip. His body again, it was perfect - warm, inviting, tight - it made Bramen squeeze his eyes shut, struggling to recall all the things Dorian enjoyed during moments like this, though it was swiftly overpowered by his own desires. He didn't want to be selfish but it was no hard not to be.
His nails dug against his lover's shoulder, grunting heavily over him. The elf craned his neck and dipped his head, struggling to kiss Dorian's shoulders, panting against them as his thrusts grew shallower, loathe to be outside of his lover for longer than necessary. His hips smacked against Dorian's backside, managing to kiss the back of the mage's neck, nails biting into his skin. Perspiration began to bead on Bramen's forehead, a lower groan drawn from his throat.
He liked letting Dorian know how much he enjoyed it.
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Date: 2015-01-16 12:01 am (UTC)Bramen panted over Dorian's back, his own arching as he plunged deep and let Dorian's backside meet his hip. His body again, it was perfect - warm, inviting, tight - it made Bramen squeeze his eyes shut, struggling to recall all the things Dorian enjoyed during moments like this, though it was swiftly overpowered by his own desires. He didn't want to be selfish but it was no hard not to be.
His nails dug against his lover's shoulder, grunting heavily over him. The elf craned his neck and dipped his head, struggling to kiss Dorian's shoulders, panting against them as his thrusts grew shallower, loathe to be outside of his lover for longer than necessary. His hips smacked against Dorian's backside, managing to kiss the back of the mage's neck, nails biting into his skin. Perspiration began to bead on Bramen's forehead, a lower groan drawn from his throat.
He liked letting Dorian know how much he enjoyed it.