[A chuckle escapes him, whether he wants it to or not. Dammit. He shakes his head.]
Look what you do to me, Dorian. Honestly. [Not that he actually minds, because no really, look at him. He's still happy and pleased and finally stops petting Dorian's hair but instead caresses his face and gazes at him in wonder and bliss.]
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Look what you do to me, Dorian. Honestly. [Not that he actually minds, because no really, look at him. He's still happy and pleased and finally stops petting Dorian's hair but instead caresses his face and gazes at him in wonder and bliss.]