Dorian shifted his weight, so he could shift his hips in kind, trapping their erections together while he rolled their bodies together, trying to get as much friction as possible. He moved his mouth up to Cole's moaning lips, capturing them again. Whispering against them, soft, dirty things in Tevene, gentle nips and a quiet litany to the Maker.

He had no thoughts - nothing concrete. Only pleasure and giving pleasure in turn. Only making Cole grip down on him, come and shift his body in that way that would drag Dorian down with him. Kiss that reddened mouth, arch into that fine body, meet those ancient eyes lost in lust and pleasure.