Dorian managed not to wince - but he knew for a fact that he was going to have Cole's fingerprint bruises on his shoulders. He made a noise as he continued to thrust against Cole until he came himself, pressing his mouth against Cole's throat to muffle his own cry.

One of them should have ... a modicum of self control.

He breathed out, before he whispered hoarsely against Cole's skin. "... right, I wonder who is going to come and murder me first for making you scream like that."