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[In response, Toby's expression is wicked ecstatic when Dorian pulls away at him, grinning. In turn, whenever Toby thrusts his fingers back in, he teasingly brushes them back and forth over that sweet spot.

Then he glances down at Dorian working both their cocks before letting out a pleased groan of his own and throwing his head back.]

[ He's practically leaving an indentation in the bed. As Toby throws his head back, Dorian arches his back up in pleasure, head and heels digging into the mattress. He continues to work their cocks but, as Dorian feels himself getting harder, he willingly pulls away. One hand continues to work Toby's cock, hand moving up and down more rapidly, while the other moves up to Toby's shoulders, pulling the man closer towards him.

Dorian's nails are fiercely digging into Toby's skin—he's entirely unaware of just how much pain he might be causing, too wrapped up in the pleasure and his love of Toby to notice. ]

[But more often than not, pain and pleasure go hand in hand with these two. Right here and now is no exception, Toby crying out with mixed feelings of thrill and torment.

God, the heat and pressure and everything is really building up inside him. But Toby wants to hang on to this moment, wants to make this all last as long as he possibly can.]

Dorian!

[He works his fingers harder and faster into Dorian's ass, going from just teasing that sweet spot to driving against it. All the while, he can't hold back his panting and groaning getting louders and louder.]

[ Dorian just grins a wild grin as he hears Toby call out his name. That's something he likes and something he loves. Ever the egotist, to hear his name called out with such passion gets him even harder than before. He looks over at Toby with a look of pure adulation.

Everything's building up inside him as well. And so, without thinking, he closes in back to Toby, wildly kissing the man, more of two bodies mashing together than anything remotely tender or romantic. His tongue forcefully pushes into Toby's mouth, stopping some moans of pleasure coming from him as he continues to work the other man's cock, shifting his hand every so often. ]

[Indeed, both of them had crossed the threshold between romance and lustful passion some time ago. There's something beautiful about Toby's pained and tortured expression as he calls out Dorian's name. Waves of pain and ecstasy pulse through his body before Dorian leans back in, and their writhing bodies press closer than they would've thought possible... if they could actually think at all. Toby certainly can't, not with the way he can only see and feel and hear Dorian right now.

Dorian's mouth muffles Toby's cries as it closes in, and then Dorian's tongue assaults him, and the desperation of his moaning and groaning thrums through him into Dorian. With one last pounding thrust, Toby keeps his fingers pressed against Dorian's sweet spot, moving the rest of his hand in a circular motion and continuing to stimulate Dorian's tender anus.

Toby grips Dorian's buttock brutally hard with his other hand, squeezing even tighter as he gets closer and closer to cumming. Though even if Dorian were to bruise, the mark would fade relatively quickly.]

[ All Dorian's focused on is Toby. Being with Toby, tasting Toby, enjoying Toby, drinking in his presence, getting as close to Toby as he can, making Toby happy, he adores the fact that he's with Toby and simply can't get enough of Toby. He's also caught up in the passion and just caught up in how much he loves this man.

Dorian moans into Toby's mouth, a noise stifled by the fact that he's still violently making out with him, tasting Toby's presence. He knows he's about to cum as well, from the pleasure that Toby's giving him, from the stimulation building up and from just how much pleasure Dorian's felt in the past few minutes. He's in downright ecstasy as he feels Toby's fingers around his ass.

He changes up his position on Toby's cock, fingers trailing up and down it, small points of pressure instead of the grip motion he's been making before. He presses his fingers in as he moves them, teasing Toby. ]

[When Dorian shifts his grip, Toby is nearly paralyzed with pleasure. Oh, he can barely contain himself any longer, and so he groans desperately into Dorian's mouth, completely succumbing to Dorian's assault.

How much longer can he hold out? Toby struggles to suppress the pressure inside that begs for release, but each teasing and tantalising touch sends a wave of delight through him. Shuddering again and again, he forces himself to remain at the edge just to prolong this moment with Dorian. Because he wants to draw it out, this moment where they're so tangled up in each other that nothing else exists. They are each other's worlds, they belong to each other, they are each a part of the other, and there is nothing that can tear them apart.]

[ That groan makes Dorian even hotter than he was before. They're a mess, limbs tangled together, bodies tangled up within the sheets, pillows probably kicked to the floor in passion. But this is a mess that Dorian doesn't want to leave. He's adoring every moment, bursting at the seams with pleasure from Toby's touch.

Yes, they're going to have to break apart soon. And yes, Dorian can feel the fact that oh he's going to cum sometime soon. He hates to admit it, but he pulls away from Toby, practically breathless as he talks. ]

Toby—back up, I'm going to cum.

[The sudden break from their kiss leaves Toby slightly dazed and rather disheveled. Still, he nods at Dorian's warning.]

Do it...

[His voice is low and husky as he pulls back.]

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