Bramen allowed himself to lay back, letting Dorian lean over him, straddle him and settle his hips flush against his own. So badly the elf wanted to touch his lover, hold Dorian's hips, reach around to his back - anything to push him closer, to feel more of that body surrounding him. A moan passed his lips, shifting beneath the mage's weight before his hands finally met with the man's own, squeezing them as their fingers laced together. He closed his eyes and let his head roll back against the pillows, arching his back a little as he bucked his hips, thrusting back up into his lover as Dorian rose up.

Yours, in full, always. Those words rang out in his ears, drawing a short groan from his throat, trying to open his eyes to look up at the man over him. It was an intense and wonderful feeling, so sudden and so much - he couldn't get enough of it. Those long, slow strokes of Dorian's body, feeling him take in every inch - it was nothing shy of perfection. He bucked his hips up again, digging his heels against the sheets as his mouth hung open, starting to pant as Dorian came down on him once more.

"Being inside you is incredible," he didn't even know if the words made it out or if they were lost in a breathless sound, the elf closing his eyes again as he tried to release Dorian's hands. He wanted to touch the man all over, feel everything about him. Just his hands wasn't going to be enough.