[ Dorian doesn't care about the neighbors, doesn't care about the bed thumping against the wall, doesn't care about anything except being here with Toby and making him happy. Because as Toby moans his name, Dorian can't help but let off a little moan of his own. He's getting off on Toby getting off, getting off on Toby calling his name, moaning his name, hearing his name spoken in those tones of want and those tones of lust.
He continues to pump in and out, in a rhythmic fashion. With one hand steading himself on the bed, the other hand sneaks up towards Toby's neck. With his warm fingers, Dorian traces a line down Toby's back before finishing off with a wicked little pinch of the other man's rear. ]
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He continues to pump in and out, in a rhythmic fashion. With one hand steading himself on the bed, the other hand sneaks up towards Toby's neck. With his warm fingers, Dorian traces a line down Toby's back before finishing off with a wicked little pinch of the other man's rear. ]