[The Mage is content to kiss the other breathless, grinding down into him with every firm roll of his hips. When they break he'll give up his position over him in favor of finishing what he started and tugging Cain's trousers off to toss them to the floor. Soon to follow are his underwear but as he hooks his fingers in them he'll pull them off slender hips, achingly slow, smirking all the while.
With Cain now bare to him he'll take a moment to really admire his body where it's stretched out on his sheets, every freckle or mark on his perfect skin. He can't help but to run his hands over the heated flesh and trace over muscle or bone, connecting the dots over his torso. After a few heart beats he'll back off the bed to shimmy out of his leather pants and a skimpy pair of silk underthings soon join them on the floor. He takes this moment to grab lube out of the top drawer and slick himself up, tossing the bottle on the bed nearby. At this point the mage is turned just enough that Cain will get a glimpse of the tattoo spanning the length of Dorian's lower back from hip to hip.
Once ready, he'll crawl back onto the bed to slip a long, pale leg up over his shoulder to kiss and nip his way down the inside of Cain's thigh. His hand, still slick with lube, will reach for the Musician's cock and stroke him slow, lining them up so he can grip both of them in his fist and work them with firm, long massaging motions. It's not long before he's simply thrusting into his own hand and frotting against the harden length in his grasp.]
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With Cain now bare to him he'll take a moment to really admire his body where it's stretched out on his sheets, every freckle or mark on his perfect skin. He can't help but to run his hands over the heated flesh and trace over muscle or bone, connecting the dots over his torso. After a few heart beats he'll back off the bed to shimmy out of his leather pants and a skimpy pair of silk underthings soon join them on the floor. He takes this moment to grab lube out of the top drawer and slick himself up, tossing the bottle on the bed nearby. At this point the mage is turned just enough that Cain will get a glimpse of the tattoo spanning the length of Dorian's lower back from hip to hip.
Once ready, he'll crawl back onto the bed to slip a long, pale leg up over his shoulder to kiss and nip his way down the inside of Cain's thigh. His hand, still slick with lube, will reach for the Musician's cock and stroke him slow, lining them up so he can grip both of them in his fist and work them with firm, long massaging motions. It's not long before he's simply thrusting into his own hand and frotting against the harden length in his grasp.]