He did get a little distracted but much of it was just wanting to prolong these moments with the other man, wanting to indulge in as much of him as he could for as long as possible. That wasn't a crime, was it? He leaned in for another kiss, still smiling as he worked Dorian's pants undone, pushing them part-way down his hips. As the elf shifted, his own pants slipped down too, breathing through his nose before he dipped his head down and began to kiss at Dorian's throat.

"I am young, Dorian," he said with a short laugh, placing warm kisses across that neck. His hands stroked across the mage's hips and back up to his sides, drawing across towards his stomach as his lips trailed down towards his shoulder. "I tend to fumble a lot," he was still smiling though, teasing himself as he said it.