OOM -- for Jack Benjamin

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Dorian's room is of late, late Victorian opulence bordering on Art Nouveau, and encompass in its small space a little bit of everything that a gentleman of leisure might keep in his home.

The walls are papered in deep jewel-toned hues and covered with paintings -- portraits from all times of history, but no landscapes or still lives -- there is a small writing desk, a book-case filled with books bound in linen, silk, or leather, two chaise-longues arranged around a small table that, at this moment, only holds a potted orchid but has enough room for drinks, even a small repast, and a rococo bed in the corner, head and foot curved gently as if to encompass those that will rest, or play, upon it. There is a fire in the fireplace, a view of the greenhouse behind the rich, purple drapes on the window, and chandeliers to light the room.

Dorian holds the door open for Jack with his free hand, and bows. "Welcome to my home away from home."

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[holy_or_broken]

It was good, and Jack doesn't so much as flinch at Dorian's roughness. He kisses Dorian's neck, his teeth scraping over Dorian's pulse.

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Dorian tilts his head, opening his neck to Jack's kiss, and bite.

His fingers slide into the cleft between Jack's buttocks.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack sucks on Dorian's neck, and pants into his ear, "Yes, your fingers, please."

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Dorian murmurs, incomprehensible, and his middle finger pushes more deeply into the cleft, rubbing through it until it bumps against the sac from behind.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack groans, his hips rocking encouragingly, and he takes Dorian's prick in his hand.

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Dorian moans softly, pushing his finger into the cleft again, rubbing over the opening.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack pulls back to watch Dorian's face with hooded eyes, his hand slowly stroking Dorian's cock.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian's hands scrabble on Jack's thighs, having lost purchase on what he had been doing; but the pleasure in his face is not to be denied.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack smiles and sweeps his tongue over Dorian's lips.

[capture_eternity]

"Come! Here!" Dorian gasps, trying to pull at him. He craves the closer touch, the feel of skin on skin.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack lets himself be pulled, leaning into Dorian so he can touch him as much as possible but still have room between them for his hand, and its steady, deliberate rhythm.

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Dorian's hands slip between Jack's legs again, from behind.

He moans as his pleasure is sharpening.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack's eyes slip closed and his hand loses its rhythm.

The fingers of his other hand curl into Dorian's hair. "Will you fuck me?"

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"If you want me to?" Dorian murmurs, something hitching in his voice.

[holy_or_broken]

"I want you to." He flashes a grin. "Wouldn't ask if I didn't want it."

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"I can't do logic right now," Dorian murmurs, with a little chuckle.

He reaches out a hand towards the table between the two chaise longues. In the drawer, there should be a little bottle of gently scented oil...

[holy_or_broken]

Jack laughs again, low and soft, and kisses Dorian's chest.

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"You are very distracting, but in the best possible way," Dorian chuckles, still trying to pull out the drawer of his little table.

[holy_or_broken]

"Do you want help?" Jack replies as he scratches his nails lightly down Dorian's arm.

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"I want my bottle of oil -- it's in here," Dorian admits.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack reaches over to get it, and hands the bottle to Dorian.

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Trembling with want, Dorian unstoppers the bottle and pours a generous amount of oil over his fingers before returning it, still open, to Jack's hands.

He reaches around and slides his oil-slick fingers into Jack's cleft again, then dips a slippery finger into his hole.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack arches, groaning, then pours oil into his own shaking hand. "Want you slick," he mutters, wrapping his hand around Dorian's cock again. "Give it to me good and deep."

[capture_eternity]

"Yes," Dorian moans, his fingers working cleft and hole with the oil, making Jack ready -- technically, sexually, he already is very much so.

[holy_or_broken]

"From behind, on top of me?" Jack says, practically begs.