[Dorian makes a surprised sound, and then a low chuckle starts in his chest as Fenris kisses him, and he relaxes back into the bed. This was easy, it was familiar, it meant nothing.
It never meant anything.
Dorian helped move out of the robe where he could, his skin unmarred and almost delicate, almost marked by vanity, in a way that his skin was supple and soft. Undernearth was muscle that was more than just breeding and reading books, Dorian was a terribly vain man, but he was also practical, in a way. He didn't have the musculature of a warror, but for a mage, it was clear he knew more than just how to conjure fire.
He brought his hands to Fenris, holding him and letting his fingers explore over his upper back, smiling to himself and he gently rocked his hips against him.]
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It never meant anything.
Dorian helped move out of the robe where he could, his skin unmarred and almost delicate, almost marked by vanity, in a way that his skin was supple and soft. Undernearth was muscle that was more than just breeding and reading books, Dorian was a terribly vain man, but he was also practical, in a way. He didn't have the musculature of a warror, but for a mage, it was clear he knew more than just how to conjure fire.
He brought his hands to Fenris, holding him and letting his fingers explore over his upper back, smiling to himself and he gently rocked his hips against him.]