Bramen smiled at the feeling of Dorian nuzzling his stomach, the tight skin and sturdy muscle not relenting to the weight against him. His body was built for hunting - walking great distances, riding without growing tired, firing a bow and brandishing daggers. The forest had sculpted him in ways a city never could.

"You don't need to get me anything at all," he smiled, fingers running along the back of Dorian's neck. He was told not to argue - but he'd argue. He always would when it came to material things.

"I don't need anything. I've already got you."