That was love, wasn't it? Dorian knew passion and ached for that but this was a long, deep need that he ignored. The risk with Bramen was this deeper need, this love that built deeper and stronger each day they were together.

He slid his freehand into Bramen's hair so that he felt as if he was wrapped around him. "I want ages with you," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. He could only be vulnerable like this with him.

He matched his touch to Bramen's and it almost felt like they were one person. Dorian had never felt closer to his lover before, never allowed himself and now that he had it was better.