Dorian was gasping himself - Maker, like he was still some callow youth enjoying his first hand-job. Perhaps it was time to get in more spell-training, and more carrying his books in and out of places.

He found his favorite place under Cole's jaw to kiss, running his hands soothingly over the other man's back. "Well I will not argue with that ... I will say that we need to have another bath, though."

A sigh, "And clean bedclothes ... I will have to be-stir myself to get both. Not to mention breakfast."