"I fumble a little," he admitted, shifting along with Dorian as the pair of them finished undressing. Being pushed back down to the bed by Dorian's larger form, Bramen brought his arms around Dorian's shoulders and began to rub across them, turning his head to continue kissing at the mage's jaw. He had very little experience with any of this - and much of what he had to go on was all Dorian's instructions. The man was right though - he was a fast learner.

His hands trailed down the mage's back, nipping beneath his chin as he breathed out. "And maybe I do get a little distracted..." he pressed a wet kiss against Dorian's throat, making a contented sound in the back of his throat as he shifted beneath his lover, pressing their hips together. This was always how he liked to begin things - a lot of touching, kissing, building up to a point where he could touch every part of the man over him.

"How old do you think I am, anyway?"