[Fenris watches Dorian with a faint smile, drinking in his every reaction, learning what he does and doesn't enjoy with each movement he makes. Already, treacherously, his brain files this away as something to be used again. Promising himself a next time, even when he can't truly know there will be one.
He steels himself, moving to kiss Dorian's collarbone, his hand moving a little faster, his thumb brushing over the tip on every upward stroke, lyrium still aglow. ]
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He steels himself, moving to kiss Dorian's collarbone, his hand moving a little faster, his thumb brushing over the tip on every upward stroke, lyrium still aglow. ]