Dorian would argue that logic, if it did not press him further into Cole, who was warm and still mostly naked not to mention tilting his head just so that his too full lips could taste Dorian's, pull a soft noise from Dorian's throat. Make Dorian's fingers dig into Cole's hips slightly, part his mouth for Cole's tongue, breath in that scent of soap and faintly of blood and mostly clean, good things and just ... Cole.