Bramen pulled his lover down against the bed, the elf laying on his back and jerking his hips hard, driving over and over into Dorian's body. He hungrily took that mouth against his own, tongue pressing against the mage's lips as his hands grasped at the man's back. He spread his legs, making it easier to thrust up inside of him, feeling the heat of Dorian's arousal pressing against his stomach. He felt the man's seed spill out, not breaking that kiss as he let himself slip off the edge too.

Everything that built up, this heat between them finally growing to be too much. Their mouths parted, enough for Bramen to let out a low moan, hips jerking and thrusting hard as he finally let himself completely lose himself inside of his lover. Shallow, quick thrusts, low grunts and a short cry - he came hard inside of his lover, hips still moving.

His cock slipped out of Dorian's ass as another hot stream of seed spurted from the tip. It spilled across Dorian's opening, dripping down his widened hole, Bramen's hips finally calming, finally settling against the bed. His arms stayed around Dorian's neck, panting against his shoulder.

He could deal with the mess he'd left behind in a moment. Right now, he needed to catch his breath.