dorian
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Jealousy is not an emotion that Dorian is entirely familiar with. Before, there was nothing that was not having; there simply was. So now, despite the emotions he can feel as thick as perfume wafting from his counterpart, no portion of Dorian is riled or concerned. Later perhaps one might speculate that this response will change, and perhaps markedly so, but for now Dorian is merely pleased that Dahlia finding some pleasure in their mission. "Phenominal."
Watching Dahlia sprawl, all feminine curves and instinctive predatory knowledge, Dorian takes a step forward that he might properly tower over her. "Yes well. I trust you will be able to restrain yourself, mmm?" His thighs at the edge of the bed, it was all too easy to peer down the canal of Dahlia's cleavage, as was likely her intention.
"So tell me..." Pausing, Dorian glances down as if observing Dahlia from a height far greater than the handful of feet that actually separate them. "..what else have you learned?"
Watching Dahlia sprawl, all feminine curves and instinctive predatory knowledge, Dorian takes a step forward that he might properly tower over her. "Yes well. I trust you will be able to restrain yourself, mmm?" His thighs at the edge of the bed, it was all too easy to peer down the canal of Dahlia's cleavage, as was likely her intention.
"So tell me..." Pausing, Dorian glances down as if observing Dahlia from a height far greater than the handful of feet that actually separate them. "..what else have you learned?"
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
