A little shiver travelled through the elf, easing back up again sitting on his knees between Dorian's legs. He took hold of the mage's hands and pulled him up a bit, urging him to sit up too, give him more access to that perfect form. He sighed a little through his nose, smiling warmly in response. No offence taken - a bit of confusion but no doubt merely his uncertainty with all of this. Protocols, human courtship - it was all a great deal to learn.

Good thing he had a wonderful teacher.

"I talk a little too much," he said, dragging his hands down Dorian's chest and towards his stomach, making his way down to let them rest against the man's thighs. Fingers traced small circles along skin, moving inwards towards the man's groin once more. He wouldn't leave him wanting. "How about you guide me?" he asked, moving in to start kissing Dorian's shoulders again, working along his collarbone and down his chest.

"Tell me exactly where you want these clever hands and this talented mouth?"