Bramen didn't want the moon. He didn't need it. His free arm moved further around Dorian's shoulders, encircling them as he continued to stroke his partner's length, breathing across Dorian's face. He returned each and every kiss that the man had for him, just wanting to stay close to the man laying next to him. His foot idly began to stroke along Dorian's own, across the side and up along the man's ankle.

"You," Bramen murmured, lips against the mage's own, bodies a tangle of limbs. He released his grip on the man's cock, bringing his hand to Dorian's chest as he pushed the man back onto the mattress. He untangled himself from Dorian's legs and slipped the arm away from his shoulders, using that to brace himself against the bed as he rolled over, on top of Dorian now - his legs nestled between the man's own. He leaned in for another kiss, bodies pressed together, Dorian's arousal pressing against his stomach.

"All I want," he began, bringing one hand up to rest against Dorian's cheek, "Is you."