Dorian sighed out, content, enjoying how Cole's calloused fingers dragged down his skin, how his lips lingered and warmed, kissing him with all the gentle intent in the world. How their mouths moved together, with little pause and the only purpose to enjoy the feel of one another.

He arched into that touch, grey eyes opening at that question. Then he nodded his head once, whispering hoarsely, "Maker, yes ... you may touch me all you like."