I think that would count as me winning the challenge, no? Giving you the best night of your life to the point you want to move in with me? [Sounds like sweeping him off his feet to Dorian. Not that he's expecting any kind of mutual domesticity or exclusivity from Cain. Dorian doesn't want those things to begin with. Or at least, that's what he tells himself, that those things AREN'T for him. They'll be free to casually fuck while living together, and casually fuck other people, or share... he wouldn't mind a threesome or more.

As the kiss reconnects he is happily consumed, parting his lips to deepen it and flick his tongue along the other, exploring and tasting as much as he can. Those hands spread back down his back to grab handfuls of his ass through his trousers and gently grinds himself against the other. He'll only break when he needs to breath unless the other pulls away first.]

We should probably change out of our outfits what with the blood and all...