Bramen shifted under the attention, bucking his hips a little at the feeling of Dorian's hand against his testicles, a groan forming in the back of his throat. He leaned in for another kiss, breathing heavily through his nose. Anything Dorian wanted from him, he'd give the man. He'd give him absolutely everything.

"Anything," Bramen whispered, kissing the Warlock over and over again, one hand coming up to run through Dorian's dark hair again. The other moved to the man's cock, grasping it by the base and stroking up along the shaft once more, growing far more confident in his movements now, even if there was still a noticeable hitch in his breath and light tremble in his hand as he touched the man.

"Tell me what you think of it," he murmured, "What you want to do with it."