Dorian felt a rush of warmth go through his whole body as Troy was so receptive to the kiss. He moaned softly when the boyâs fingers went through his long curls. He hadnât grown his hair out just for looks after all, he wasnât a museum exhibit, gorgeous though he was. Dorian loved when his hair was played with, and especially pulled. Dorian went a little still for a moment when he felt Troy hesitate after feeling Dorianâs tongue. Oh God but then he moaned and Dorianâs hold on the male got a little tighter because Christ that was hot! He let out a little moan of his own when their tongues touched, slowly moving together in a beautifully slow rhythm. The older male shivered as Troyâs hand ventured down his chest. Again, he didnât wear open shirts just to be looked at. He pressed himself closer, moaning deeper when Troy caught his nipple. Heâd said that was one of his main turn ons. He shifted them on the couch slightly so he was hovering over Troy properly. He moved one hand to Troyâs thigh, squeezing gently and hiking it over his hip. He wasnât really planning anything, there was no foresight or anything like that. He just wanted Troy closer, just wanted to keep kissing him. He dragged his lips from Troyâs lips over his jaw and down to his neck, pressing soft kisses up to his ear. âTroy⌠youâre⌠fuckâŚâ He nuzzled into his neck before moving back to look at him again. Dorianâs breath got caught in his throat as he ran his fingers over Troyâs jaw. âYouâre beautiful, I loveâŚâ He bit his lip and closed the gap to kiss him deeply again, his tongue seeking Troyâs once more.
God the others hands have Troyâs body arching in ways he wasnât aware it could. And especially not in response to this. Heâs got his neck arched and moaning as Dorianâs kissing down his neck. Itâs coming so quickly and normally the rush would send him running. But itâs also coming so quickly he doesnât have time to second guess it. His head is whirling, and in its place his body is responding easily to every little touch that Dorian gives it. His own hands are moving all over. When Dorianâs lips are on his neck heâs tugging helplessly at his hair and whining out for Dorian. âDorian,â he pleads without knowing what heâs pleading for. He blushes when Dorian looks down at him. Dorian starts to say the words but he quickly seems to rethink them and decides to kiss Troy instead. And Troy can only wonder for a second about what he might love before his head is spinning again. Heâs obtuse, no one other than Tony and Leigh, who are family, has said it before. And the words are rare. So he doesnât recognize them. He assumes simply that Dorian was going to continue on and compliment his appearance or say he loves the way Troy blushes again. Troy kisses him back hungrily, tongue exploring Dorianâs mouth needing to know every inch. And if his hands are ever taken from him, he thinks, at least where Dorianâs concerned, that explorations could go just as well with his tongue. Troy doesnât know what heâs doing, but his body in some ways does from the way his leg wraps around Dorianâs waist and one hand still tweaks at Dorianâs nipple playing with the ring. He keeps thinking about the visual of the ring though he canât see it. But he can imagine the way it looks as Troy tugs at it and rolls it in his fingers. And some less innocent part of his wonders what it might be like to explore that with his tongue, and the thought has his skin burning with embarrassment.Â










