[He keeps to his feet until they reach the bed, and then he manages a scoff, hoping that Fenris has enough fight in him to keep up the initiative he's showing. It's not that Dorian is a lazy lover, nothing like that, he just has preferences. He can always take the lead, and had to, in the past- other boys in his Circle that weren't anything noteworthy that wanted him to do all the work. Dorian prefered the push and pull, almost like a dance.
He untangled his hands from Fenris, pulling back when they reached the bed, and gave him a shove back onto the bed.
This was easy, it was what he knew. This, here, two men, meant nothing.
And with that simple gesture, he held himself back from looming over him, and knelt in from of him, between his legs, chuckling softly and setting to undoing his pants as deftly as he could.]
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He untangled his hands from Fenris, pulling back when they reached the bed, and gave him a shove back onto the bed.
This was easy, it was what he knew. This, here, two men, meant nothing.
And with that simple gesture, he held himself back from looming over him, and knelt in from of him, between his legs, chuckling softly and setting to undoing his pants as deftly as he could.]