[Dorian gives a soft, startled yet sultry little "Ah!" when Cain's fingers grip tightly into his hair to yank him down closer to him, till their lips are practically hovering. He's enjoying how the other writhes under him in time with his own thrusts, heat rising up as he works, arrousal pumping thick in his veins. He pants softly still stroking them as they move fluidly against one another.]

You could pull all sorts of sounds from me, I'd be happy to sing for you. [If Cain were to reverse the roles again. Dorian likes a little pain, a little roughness and kink. Iron Bull brought out so many lovely noises when they played together in the bedroom, when he would tie him up and torture him in all the best ways.]

I am most vocal when I'm being fucked into the sheets from behind. [He growls softly then bows his head to nip and kiss at Cain's throat.]