With his lover now in his lap, Bramen could only smile. His hands came down to smooth through Dorian's hair, pushing back those dark strands, fingers moving down to trace the shape of the man's cheeks, letting him lightly feel the caress of that metal band now around his finger.
"I think I'm happiest here as well," he said, beaming down at the man he loved. "Are you warm enough?" he asked, one hand slipping down to the pelt they were laying on top of and stroking through it. It was a dark pelt, a black wolf - a colour similar enough to Dorian's hair. His lover's hair was, of course, much softer.
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Date: 2015-02-16 04:05 pm (UTC)"I think I'm happiest here as well," he said, beaming down at the man he loved. "Are you warm enough?" he asked, one hand slipping down to the pelt they were laying on top of and stroking through it. It was a dark pelt, a black wolf - a colour similar enough to Dorian's hair. His lover's hair was, of course, much softer.
"I know you're not a fan of cold nights."