[Feeling tears welling up as he fights Drew's ire and indignation, Toby slides his eyes shut before moaning into Dorian's mouth. No, he won't let go of Dorian, he won't let himself get swept in the flood of Drew's feelings, he has to hold on... And so, he turns to his senses because through them, he should know what's real, here and now.
The crisp fabric of Dorian's shirt as he tugs it away. Dorian's tongue, probing and tasting him in a passionate kiss. The hand that lovingly combs its fingers through his hair.
A tear or two or three escape, softly rolling down Toby's face, and he worries that Dorian might think he doesn't want this. So his hands go to Dorian's back and pull him closer as they lie down, and his thighs splay so Dorian can settle against him.]
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The crisp fabric of Dorian's shirt as he tugs it away. Dorian's tongue, probing and tasting him in a passionate kiss. The hand that lovingly combs its fingers through his hair.
A tear or two or three escape, softly rolling down Toby's face, and he worries that Dorian might think he doesn't want this. So his hands go to Dorian's back and pull him closer as they lie down, and his thighs splay so Dorian can settle against him.]