[ Dorian helps slither out of his shirt as Toby tugs it away, still running his fingers through Toby's hair as they kiss more and more passionately, as Dorian lets Toby pull himself closer to the other man. He can't help but notice the tears and is honestly confused for a moment. What? Was something wrong? Was it that werewolf thing? Dorian's so wrapped up in Toby, so dead-set on doing whatever it takes to make Toby happy, that he'd be willing to stop if the vampire wanted him to.
So Toby pulling him closer is definitely not stopping.
The hand that isn't in Toby's hair moves down to Toby's thigh, rubbing and squeezing it. But Dorian...he just doesn't know what to do with his face. Well, kissing, yeah, he's got that, but what the hell should he do with his eyes? He alternates between looking into Toby's eyes and closing them for a moment or two. Those tears threw him off his game more than he wanted to admit and, for once in his life, Dorian doesn't really know what he should do about this. ]
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So Toby pulling him closer is definitely not stopping.
The hand that isn't in Toby's hair moves down to Toby's thigh, rubbing and squeezing it. But Dorian...he just doesn't know what to do with his face. Well, kissing, yeah, he's got that, but what the hell should he do with his eyes? He alternates between looking into Toby's eyes and closing them for a moment or two. Those tears threw him off his game more than he wanted to admit and, for once in his life, Dorian doesn't really know what he should do about this. ]