It was most likely his greed that was showing as he had Dorian pushed down, hands sliding from the other’s chest along with Basil’s whole body, soon to take place between those muscular legs and emerald eyes set on his goal. Soon enough tender hand had grasped Dorian’s shaft and a hot mouth had taken hold of the tip, tongue lovingly stroking the thick head. Soft moans were muffled against the warm flesh, tasting the older man like it was his favorite taste. Slowly he worked his way down, not afraid to have the length slide down his throat, instead he gagged slightly but relaxed, saliva making a mess but even then he did not care. It was pure greed. He wanted to hear Dorian, wanted to stimulate him, be the very reason he was aroused and so his tongue worked hard to rubbing and flick against the throbbing length, hums vibrating through it while his head moved. The comment was nothing but praise to him, a choked chuckle barely audible as his gaze rose to look at his best friend, trying to burn every change in his expression, every hint of pleasure, into his mind and never forget about it. His own cock was straining hard against his fingers and he was not shy to push his hips higher and show off that round, pale ass as he thrust his own arousal into his palm.