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Dorian hummed back against that mouth, felt that twinge and moved his hand away from the wounded area. To the waist, then, and just off the inner thighs, kneading them slightly.

"Well, you have a full library in my head ..." He muttered, as he shifted his hand down on Cole's erection even as he shifted up his hips to rub his own along the crease between those pale, rounded cheeks.

Cole liked the kneading. It was comfortable and familiar and felt good. He pushed his body in a slow roll, wincing slightly as moving made him use his leg again.

Then Dorian was there, making it better with his hand and his own movements and Cole let out another sound of pleasure. "Not the same. That's... how you feel them. Not how they are. Not how they would be to me. I like that." The last bit was directed to how Dorian touched and moved.

Dorian made a quiet noise at that roll, feeling Cole's hardness pressing against his stomach. He burrowed into another kiss, as he rolled his own hips up, letting his hand stroke against Cole again, his whisper soft. "All right ... then let's make this all about how we feel together."

Because he was quite all right with both of them feeling as good as possible.

"Yesss," he dragged the end sound out as a hiss because Dorian stroked again and he liked that. He liked it more when Dorian pushed his own hips up as well, rubbing against his skin, but this was good.

"About us." Them, and how they felt together and made each other feel. "I like that. And when you move."

"Then I shall do all of the above ... " Dorian said breathlessly, as he thrust himself up along the crevice of Cole's rather magnificent rear, his hand cupping and stroking as he kissed Cole's weak little chin, and then stole his mouth again as he created friction enough for both - thrusting his own erection slightly as he continued to stroke Cole's.

That felt good, moving them both, the pleasure echoing from Dorian, fanning the heat he felt in himself. He pushed into the kiss, tasting desire and affection across Dorian's mouth.

He shuddered at the stroke of that firm hand, gasping for breath and crying out softly.

Dorian sighed into the kiss, curling his fingers around Cole a little more tightly, so he could get slightly better friction, and squeezed that rather amazing backside, keeping Cole in place while he thrust against him.

Clearly, this was the sort of sexual relations that made men lose all their senses,

Cole gasped aloud, shivered and pushed and loved the way Dorian's hands gripped at him, at his body, spiking want from his fingertips through Cole, like a sparks spell.

It wouldn't take much, he was already wound tight and easily overloaded on pleasure. It would take a lot of enthusiastic practice to teach him otherwise.

Dorian thought that if he wasn't already in love with Cole -- he would have by that lost-in-sexual-estacsy expression that the young man had down pat. Even if he did get overloaded quickly -- that was half the charm, right there.

Not that he minded practicing. Oh no.

Cole's hands clutched at Dorian's shoulders and he was crying out loudly as he came, head tipped back and riding the wave of pleasure with slowly quieting moans and shudders.

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."

Cole held Dorian tight and close until he came–it felt so good, Dorian clinging and pushing and coming–breathing slightly rough and rubbing apologetically at the red marks his fingers had left.

"No one." He ran his fingers through Dorian's hair, head still tilted back so he could get deep breaths. "No one's allowed to kill you. Especially not for this. This is good."

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."

Cole, on the other hand, was just doing the thing where he basked in the fact that bodies could feel so good, heavy in Dorian's arms and giving a small sound of contented enjoyment as Dorian kissed that spot he liked.

"But I had a bath last night. And now I smell like you." He liked that especially. He pushed in, angling for another kiss to the throat.

His resolve was crumbling at that comment, even as Cole nuzzled in for more kisses. Dorian sighed with contentment as he kissed that spot again. "All right, no bath, but I will have a basin with hot water to get the ...stickiness off."

He hummed against Cole's skin, "In a few minutes, though..."

Cole wriggled on Dorian's lap, happily basking in kisses. "And when people come up to see me, I want them to know you picked me and I picked you."

He liked that idea. He didn't know why. But it felt big, like something overfilling his chest in the best ways.

"At least a few minutes."

Dorian let out a quiet snort, as he continued to nuzzle affectionate kisses -- because honestly wriggling was quite nice. "Do give me warning when they are about to come up for a visit then? I want the chance to duck if they decide to hit first and ask questions about you choosing me later."

Still, his grip on Cole turned into a caress, and he nuzzled a little more as he smiled. He was chosen, after all. Someone wanted him, for him.

"I'll let you know when someone's coming up here angry." He thought that maybe Dorian was exaggerating about the violence and the hiding. Maybe.

Cole leaned in to kiss the bruises he'd left. "I'm sorry," he whispered into his skin. "I didn't mean to."

"I appreciate you giving me a head's up. At least then I know precisely what I will have to defend us both from." He blinked at the apology, before he smiled and kissed Cole's cheek.

"Never apologize for bruises left in pure passion. Do apologize if you punch me in the face."

"You don't have to defend both of us. I can defend myself. I fought an Archdemon in the Fade once."

He nuzzled into the kiss and wriggled in close. "I'll never hit you. I wouldn't."

"Well I meant verbally ... but I rather have the feeling you can hold your own no matter what the arena." Dorian mused quietly, his dark eyes sparkling.

One hand went to cup Cole's cheek. "I know. You would never hurt me. At least not intentionally." He pauses, and then says quietly, "No one has ever chosen me before you."

"I'd tell them I'm not a child. I probably know more about why people have sex than most people do. And this was good reasons. So it's not their business."

He nodded slightly against Dorian's hand. His cheek was still smooth as the night before. "Never intentionally."

"Oh, I can confirm that. You are certainly not a child." He exhaled softly, his grey eyes thoughtful as he rubbed his fingers along that smooth cheek. "Nor I you ... and I would make you happy, Cole. Perhaps that will be enough."

"You're thinking about sex again," Cole said, smiling slightly.

"You already make me happy. You care about making me happy."

"It's not my fault - you're exceedingly alluring, with your little smiles and your soft eyes. You really ought to watch that. I'll get ideas." Dorian touched that smile with his fingertips.

"I do care about making you happy. There is such a ... weight off of you, when you are smiling at me like that. I would like to lighten your load a little, Cole, as you do mine."

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