— 𝕯 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓 { @portraitkept }
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 hadn’t been too blatant at the beginning of their friendship , for dorian had been young , fresh - faced & naïve. having just arrived back in london , the young man had found the world new & overwhelming , & had many more things to worry about than the painter who so often looked at him as though he were something godly. it is a type of worship , & one that dorian has come to adore. he has become godlike ; something other than human , for he had sold his soul without a second thought , & gods must be worshipped , & must reward those who cower & grovel. basil is loyal & good , & dorian finds him charming. cute , in an awkward way : a baby deer , struggling to find its feet in this world.
a smile , wolfish & wicked , & dorian hums , presses his lips to basil’s cheek. he has never claimed to be anything but a temptation to both men & women , & yet the flash of joy that unfurls in his chest at the knowledge of drawing any reaction out of basil catches him off - guard. heart flutters in his chest , for dorian is unused to being sexual with those he is emotionally close to. most affairs were just that —- one night , perhaps two —- but basil was not that. he could never be that , for he was so intrinsically tied to dorian. to his very soul.
❝ if the people down there hear anything , they shall only be jealous —- i can assure you of that , dear basil. ❞ the guests were hardly the type to be prudish when it came to sexual affairs , so what did it matter if they were to overhear something of such an intimate nature ? before he knows it , basil’s hand tangles in his hair , & dorian moves with him , permits the artist to draw him back until his spine is arched and the soft column of his throat is on display. kisses against his skin , & dorian’s lips part in a sigh , pushes hips forward against basil’s. he has never seduced a man before , but that does not mean he doesn’t know how to at least try. ❝ i’ll admit , i wasn’t expecting you to be so talented with your mouth , ❞ his grin widens , & dark eyes glint with mischief. ❝ but you’re an artist , so i find myself curious : are you equally as talented with your hands? ❞
basil’s words give him reason to pause , & dorian inhales shakily, hands come up to help unbutton his own shirt , to lay skin bare. ❝ no. i have a great deal of experience , but all of it has been with the fairer sex. never before have i experimented outside of those particular constraints. ❞ it wasn’t due to being opposed to the idea ( for dorian was happy to embrace a new type of intimacy in the pursuit of constant pleasure ) , rather due to him being somewhat nervous. as though engaging in same - sex relations was taking the final step into corruption & hedonistic desires. as if it was breaking the final boundary. lips curl into a smile at the unfamiliar words , & dorian all but purrs. ❝ show me , basil. show me how badly you want me. ❞
The things that Dorian could cause a man as reserved as Basil was to feel should have been forbidden. Not that that would have stopped it from happening. He was simply too attractive for his own good, & Dorian too keen on doing whatever the opposite of what society expected of him.
Oh, the artist was well aware of the fact that the guests wouldn't mind overhearing anything. There had been many evenings where Basil had watched with a strange mix of concern, discomfort & jealousy as Dorian swayed between groups of drunken strangers, gradually losing his sensibilities ( & his clothing ) as the night grew darker. No, he disliked the idea of them watching for one simple, entirely selfish reason — he was so very possessive of the younger man, more than he certainly had any right to be, that he didn’t want to share anything they did together with them. If this was the only time he would be able to have Dorian as his own, then he wanted it to be between the two of them only.
The boy's admission, while not a particularly surprising one given the taboo of it, still made Basil feel as though the air had been sucked away from his lungs. Dorian was a virgin. Well, at least in the way it mattered between two men. He'd never been touched that way... & yet here he was, sitting in the painter's lap, nervous, but giving no indication he desired to stop things before they reached that point. Was he truly intending to give such a gift to Basil, of all people? That changed things, at least in his eyes. ❝ No. Not here, not for this. ❞
Whether Dorian simply lacked the knowledge of the intricate details pertaining to sex between two men, or he was impatient & careless, the redhead did not know. What he did know, however, was that he was wholly unprepared for them to be doing something like this on a couch. Blue eyes studied Dorian appraisingly for a moment, & then he decided. Basil’s arms circled around the dark - haired boy before lifting him as he stood, so that one limb curled beneath his thighs, & the other pressed against the small of his back, pinning him against the broad expanse of his chest as he began to carry him down the hallway to Dorian’s bedroom. Carrying him was easy; Basil was rather fit from years of his father pushing him towards a military career, and his muse was on the lighter side.
Once they were there, the artist’s demeanour seemed to shift. Basil knocked the door firmly shut & gently deposited the younger man onto the end of the lavish bed, & then his hands were on either side of Dorian’s face & he was kissing him deeply, passionately, fingers winding into raven hair as he claimed his mouth, pushing him backwards to lay against the blankets; his body leaned over Dorian’s, standing between his legs with hands planted against the bed for support, practically pinning him into place as his lips dragged hungrily down over his jaw, licks & kisses peppered along the bare torso as he pulled the shirt off of his shoulders entirely, slowly working his way downwards.
If this was going to happen, it was going to be memorable. Proper. Dorian deserved that much, even if he didn’t know it.
