Turning his head, Bramen kissed against Dorian's wrist and gazed at the man before him. Never before had he felt like this, around anyone. What he carried for Dorian was real, something he couldn't describe. The way the man made him feel, especially in moments as this. As the two men had proven time and again, however - one didn't always need words.

"We should get you cleaned up," he said, nuzzling against Dorian's hand, leaning into that comforting touch, "So we can relax properly." In each other's arms, safe and warm.