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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Jack looks at him a moment, his eyes dark and lips wet, and then he gets onto his knees and leans on the chaise.

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Dorian kneels behind him, and once more inserts fingers, slickly.

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Jack cries out, his fingers curling into the upholstery.

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Dorian withdraws his fingers, and replaces them with himself; he nudges, then takes Jack by his hips, and pushes in.

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Jack groans, "Oh, yes," roughly as Dorian pushes into him.

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Dorian thrusts into him with abandon, groaning with pleasure at the dark tightness around him.

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Jack responds in kind, groaning as he rides Dorian, one hand clutching at the chaise and the other stroking Dorian's hip or clutching at his hair.

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Dorian moans, bucks and gasps as he keeps thrusting. He reaches around, to grab Jack between his legs.

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Jack tips back his head and babbles, "Kiss me, kiss me."

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Dorian pulls him backwards, into him, the takes him by his cheek to turn his head and try and kiss him, messily, while he thrusts.

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Messy, open-mouthed, loud, wet kisses?

Yeah, that works.

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Those kisses, interspersed with moans and groans, and the slick sounds of their joining.

It is messy, bestial even -- but still, the most debilitating pleasure known to mankind. Nothing is comparable.

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Jack would agree, were the words spoken aloud.

As it is, he kisses Dorian as much as he can, for as long as he can, until he can't hold the position anymore and needs to untwist himself.

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Dorian rises up again, straight behind Jack, one hand on his rump, the other between his legs, as he thrusts, steadily, angling for the most effect, the loudest moans and gasps.

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The sounds Jack makes demonstrate that Dorian is going it exactly right. His fingers wrap around Dorian's hand as he starts to come.

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That is when Dorian starts thrusting rapidly, hitting the right spot as fast and hard as he can.

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Jack throws back his head, still groaning, his hips moving to Dorian's rhythm, until he collapses onto the chaise lounge.

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And Dorian follows quickly after, shouting wildly as he spends inside Jack.

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"Oh," Jack breathes, and starts to laugh.

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"What is it?" Dorian asks, barely able to speak.

Should this be funny?

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"I feel so good," Jack says, still gasping for breath. "I just feel so good."

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"It is the most sublime feeling mankind is capable of," Dorian agrees. "No wonder they shroud it so heavily under commandments and prohibitions -- what if anybody was free to enjoy it at their own will? People would be too happy to fear and toil as they are supposed to, by those that reap the rewards."

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"Even more so when it's people who can't procreate," Jack says. A melancholy look passes over his face, and he twists back to kiss Dorian again, to make himself feel better.

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Dorian untangles himself, and gets back up onto the chaise longue, extending his hand to Jack as he does.

"Come here," he says. "It is unfair of them, but nothing says we can't take our own back where we can."

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Jack climbs into the chaise with Dorian, and props his head on his hand so he can look at Dorian.

"That's why I'm so glad I found this place. I can be myself here."