Bramen made an effort to keep his eyes forward and on Dorian's own, though that was an effort in vain. His eyes were quick to trail down to the man's hand and that toy, glancing back to the Warlock's face as he pushed the toy inside of himself. Bramen bit his lip, face still burning that almost white as he watched the toy slip inside of Dorian's body, listening to the sounds that came from the back of his throat. The man's words also lingered in his mind, that promise he made about enjoying it.

He hoped he could compare to Dorian's collection of toys. He had a number of them - and the one he slipped up inside of himself with such ease. He felt himself shiver and he swallowed hard, trailing his eyes back down Dorian's body, to his cock and down to the toy buried inside of him. "Am I...?" he whispered, biting his lip again. He hoped he would be good enough, that he really would give Dorian that pleasure he wanted.

The Hunter shifted again and moved closer, bringing his hands to Dorian's legs, rubbing along them slowly as he watched the man pump that shaft inside of him, breathing in slowly. "The bumps and ridges might be nice," he said wetting his lips again, "But when I get close to coming, the base of it swells up," he said, explaining his own anatomy to the man, still running his hands along Dorian's legs, hoping his words intrigued him.

"It'll stretch you at least twice as wide as you are now."