Dorian was whispering all but nonsense now, however he had the distinct feeling that Cole could understand whatever he said. He eased the strokes in time with Cole's breathes, faster and faster as they came, until Cole came so hard that Dorian knew he was going to have odd bruises for how tightly Cole was clutching him. He stroked him out, then slowed down. Took the towel, to clean off his hand, and the gently clean off Cole in kind.

He gave him a gentle smile, flushed and warm, his voice quiet, "Are you all right, Cole?"