"...I will not even ask how you know that." Dorian muttered, even as the young man all but tumbled off his lap and to the bed, looking flushed and delectably debauched. By him, which was something of a moniker of pride.

Not to mention just how interested Cole was ... "Yes, rather like." His fingers found the sash to his robes, and he slipped those off, as well as his undergarments and breeches, before sliding the towel off of Cole carefully. All of this was done in Dorian's through manner, although he did pause to kiss Cole more than once. He really could hardly be blamed, with the way Cole was looking at him.