"Until you get tired, then," Bramen laughed, hands moving to stroke down Dorian's chest as the man took the vial. Muscles tensed up as he remained leaning upright, angled in such a way to remain beneath his love while craning his whole body in order to linger close to that perfect mouth. He offered up another kiss, bumping his nose against the mage's own.

"I could never turn down a show," he replied, moving one hand behind himself now to better brace himself, looking to the vial and then to the man once more, "But you're going to have to sit back if you'd like me to do the honours."