As with the night before, Cole moved like he didn't know what to do with his body. His head jerked a bit at the soft tease of lips, back into Dorian's shoulder; his leg twitched and his cock did the same as that hand brushed over his thigh, even before roaming higher.

"Dorian," he managed to breathe out, one hand cupping the back of Dorian's head, trying to pet the shaved hair at his nape. He did a twist and shimmy with his hips which pushed his legs wider and his shoulders and chest up a bit, liking the feel of Dorian burying himself in against him.