[There's something oddly tender and sweet about how Dorian tells him to stay and pulls them together once more. Toby's avoided letting any amount of romance into temporary relationships to avoid the heartache he brought on himself in his early years, but this... could be something much longer lived. They don't know the limits of what Dorian can do or his lifespan, but even getting a few extra decades of time together - assuming they both want that - is more than enough to get the wheels turning in the vampire's head. There's a good chance for more here, with how this night has gone, making this first hint of romance all the more special.
Not that he has time to think on it. Good God, he's let his attention wander plenty for the night, and the young man grabbing hold of him now requires his attention. Demands it with hands on his body and lips pressed to his.
It's as perfect as Toby could ask for a moment like this to be.
Moaning softly, the vampire wraps his arms around Dorian and pulls them flush against one another as they kiss. He lets them linger here, kissing the life from each other and parting only long enough for the young man to catch his breath, for what might as well be hours. Their hands wander over one another's bodies without hesitation, and eventually Toby finds himself kissing his way down Dorian's neck again. Fuck he smells so damn good.]
What do you want from me? [he asks suddenly, still pressing kisses to warm, pale skin.] Dawn's still hours off - I'm all yours until then.
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Not that he has time to think on it. Good God, he's let his attention wander plenty for the night, and the young man grabbing hold of him now requires his attention. Demands it with hands on his body and lips pressed to his.
It's as perfect as Toby could ask for a moment like this to be.
Moaning softly, the vampire wraps his arms around Dorian and pulls them flush against one another as they kiss. He lets them linger here, kissing the life from each other and parting only long enough for the young man to catch his breath, for what might as well be hours. Their hands wander over one another's bodies without hesitation, and eventually Toby finds himself kissing his way down Dorian's neck again. Fuck he smells so damn good.]
What do you want from me? [he asks suddenly, still pressing kisses to warm, pale skin.] Dawn's still hours off - I'm all yours until then.