Bramen's eyes moved along Dorian's body, watching the mage's fingers and hand as he stroked that oil all over his own cock, wetting his lips a little. He liked the sight of Dorian touching himself, almost as much as he enjoyed touching the man. Shifting his weight between his arms, the elf moved to grasp Dorian's length, stroking up his glistening shaft and smearing that oil across his arousal. He bit his lip a little, eyes meeting the mage's own.

"And I like watching you," Bramen murmured, breathing out as he tightened his grip on Dorian's cock as he stroked him. He was very much the center of Bramen's attentions now. When was the man not? After all, it was often difficult for the Inquisitor to keep his eyes off him.

Now was of course, no exception.

"I certainly hope you have enough oil to slick me up too..."