Bramen's hand came up to cup Dorian's cheek, taking one more kiss for good measure. He didn't mind prepping the man - but he could tell the mage was getting impatient. He wasn't the only one and yes, Bramen wanted all of this too. He could hardly wait to feel the heat of his lover's form, his weight, feel him panting over him. The hand on Dorian's cheek eagerly slipped down to the man's throat and then fell, the elf moving it in behind himself.

He liked when Dorian took care of him.

"Go ahead," he said quietly, smile still on his face, "You know I enjoy watching you."