The Awoken appreciated the man's reassurances and that tongue that pressed into his mouth, eagerly returning the kiss as he proceeded to work at those fastenings of Dorian's Warlock robes again. He trusted his friend entirely right now, knowing the man wouldn't intentionally cause him any kind of discomfort. If he needed to stop, he just needed to say so - but he didn't feel that urge now. Not in the least.

He let go of the man's robes, bringing his hands up into Dorian's dark hair and smoothing through it. He breathed against his friend's face, capturing his lips again. It really wasn't very different from kissing another Awoken, taste and texture was purely Dorian, however. Purely Dorian and purely addicting.

Bramen's fingers moved through Dorian's hair, scratching at his scalp as he pushed the man towards his bed. "Warlock robes fasten in too many places," he murmured softly, turning his head to press his nose against his friend's cheek. "You should get the rest off for me... And then maybe I can look into getting off this Hunter gear."