As Dorian's hand traced over the marks on his face, Bramen closed his eyes, enjoying that feeling. He always seemed curious about the tattoos there, always regarding them with a sense of curiousity. Bramen did his best to indulge him, though when it came to this sacred rite, Dorian wasn't one of The People. There was only so much he could understand about it.
But right now, his Vallaslin was the furthest thing from his mind. he was far more focused on the beautiful man before him, the flawless mage sitting here. His own hands continued to smooth against Dorian's thighs, leaning in to do as he was asked, kissing the mage tenderly.
"I do like your lips on mine," he murmured, opening his eyes.
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Date: 2015-02-11 03:16 am (UTC)But right now, his Vallaslin was the furthest thing from his mind. he was far more focused on the beautiful man before him, the flawless mage sitting here. His own hands continued to smooth against Dorian's thighs, leaning in to do as he was asked, kissing the mage tenderly.
"I do like your lips on mine," he murmured, opening his eyes.