OOM -- for Athelstan

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Dorian's room still looks much the same like the first time when Athelstan came up to have a bath.

It looks a little more lived in now -- some books lying around in a half-read state, and some electronic devices, which Dorian seems quite fascinated by. There's another one on his tray with the tea, the paradoxes and the little bowl of awesomesauce, after all.

"Here we are," he says, putting the tray down while kicking the door shut.

He slings an arm around Athelstan's shoulder again.

"Bath now?" he murmurs against the soft, fuzzy dark beard on the ex-monk's face.

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Athelstan runs his hands from Dorian's shoulders, down his sides to his lower back, and deliberately takes a step to let them tumble to the bed.

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The bed is very comfortable, like an embrace to snuggle into, with the curved, upholstered head and foot making it into a nest, saggy and firm in all the right places to tumble them into the middle very naturally, on top of each other.

Dorian ends up beside Athelstan, kissing him deeply while stroking his backside, bolder now.

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He doesn't want to rush things to be over, content to let them take their course - but he doesn't stop Dorian taking that next step, either, moving to lie right up against him as they kiss.

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Dorian slides his knee gently between Athelstan's as he pulls him closer.

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It's the gentleness he wants, not being at peak strength, and he trusts Dorian to keep going that way.

Athelstan breaks the kiss for a moment, pressing his lips to Dorian's shoulder.

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Dorian tilts his neck and sighs deeply with pleasure; he enjoys the gentleness and the comfort of this entire situation. There is feeling, but it's not sappy or clingy; it is feeling for feeling's sake, to be savoured.

His hands slide around, and lower still, on Athelstan's back.

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Athelstan shifts to allow Dorian to touch him however he wants, his mouth sliding from Dorian's shoulder across to his neck and then his throat, and tangles their legs together.

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"You must tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable," Dorian murmurs as he softly bumps his hip against Athelstan, and his hands slide around between his legs from behind.

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"I promise", he says softly, but discomfort is clearly the last thing on his mind. One hand slides to the back of Dorian's neck, caressing, and then nudges him down for another kiss.

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Dorian's hand starts wandering up and down Athelstan's side while he's lying half beside him, half on him; his knee is nudging Athelstan's thighs a bit further apart and moving higher.

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Athelstan meets Dorian's eyes, his other hand running over Dorian's back, and smiles into the kiss - only a small smile, but it is there.

He spreads his legs a little further than Dorian's prompting, an invitation.

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Dorian runs his hand down Athelstan's front at that invitation now, sliding lower until his fingers meet rough hair, and that which nestles there.

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He's already half-aroused from all the touching and teasing, and arches up into Dorian's hand now.

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Dorian takes him in hand more firmly, smiling into Athelstan's eyes as he does so.

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Athelstan gasps softly, not breaking eye contact, and stretches up to claim another deep kiss, his fingers flexing on the back of Dorian's neck.

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Dorian gives him a few more strokes while deepening the kiss, now using tongue and teeth shamelessly while coaxing Athelstan into lewd abandon.

He very much likes what he sees.

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He's not the first to coax Athelstan to lewd abandon, and Emcee was a very talented teacher, which helps explain why he's quite so willing to be coaxed these days.

And if Dorian's going to bring tongue and teeth into play, so is Athelstan.

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"You like that, hmm?" Dorian murmurs into the kiss, his hand between Athelstan's legs exploring a bit more ruthlessly while taking care not to bring things forward too energetically all at once...

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"Yes", he says hoarsely, then gasps as Dorian touches him somewhere new. "...and that."

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So Dorian pushes more strongly at the new place on Athelstan's warm skin, just to see hi gasp like that again.

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And another, sharper, gasp he gets, along with a galvanised and almost involuntary arch against his fingers.

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Dorian rubs, pulls, and continues the long deep kiss, or intermittent series of kisses, exploring between Athelstan's legs, ready to pull back should he become too intrusive.

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It's slowly dawning on Athelstan, through the extremely distracting things Dorian is doing, just why he might be keeping things so very gentle and careful.

So he breaks the latest kiss just for a moment to nip at Dorian's earlobe and murmurs, "This isn't my first time."

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"Not the first time doing what, though?" Dorian murmurs back, pushing further.

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"Anything." He stops talking for a moment as Dorian does that, head tipping back in pleasure. "I was... awakened. Inspired. Taught..."