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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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..."

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Dorian pushes on.

"But everything?"

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"Everything." He looks up at Dorian candidly. "And with men."

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"I'm sure there are things you haven't done yet," Dorian murmurs, pushing deeper. "Even if you've done this."

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"Well, I'm always interested in - " A soft sound of pleasure. " - new experiences."

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"Well, let me see," Dorian says, rising sinuously to kiss a trail down Athelstan's front."

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Athelstan tugs Dorian's head up gently before he gets halfway, kisses him deeply once again, then lets him go and lies back for whatever he might have in mind.

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Dorian makes his way southwards; but he doesn't stop to suckle for long before he spreads Athelstan's legs wider, and bends down to lick.

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He has experienced this before, true, but not nearly enough to make him jaded to it.

He groans, low in his throat, and moves in such a way as to make the unspoken more, please very clear.

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Dorian willingly, leisurely provides more -- licking slowly, dipping in deeply.

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Being the focus of this kind of slow, dedicated attention is very nearly overwhelming.

Athelstan's fingertips skate over Dorian's back, then dig in as Dorian hits a particularly sensitive spot.

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So Dorian hits it again.

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He cries out, breathless, and his fingers dig in harder, almost to the point of unintentional bruising.

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Dorian likes that; he very much enjoys that sweet former monk going wild and enjoying pleasure.

Whoever taught him, taught him well -- never mind the technicalities, but Athelstan now knows how to let go and accept delight.

He does more of that thing Athelstan so enjoys, moaning shamelessly himself, pleased with bestowing pleasure.

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"Dorian." His voice is rough with want, even as he forces his grip - with an effort - to relax, going back to blunt nails scraping lightly over Dorian's back. "I - please."

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Dorian looks up. "You -- please what?"

His voice is rough as well. This is exquisite!

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He stutters a moment, caught between wanting more, wanting the next stage, and not wanting Dorian to stop what he was already doing because oh, it felt good.

"I don't know."

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Dorian smiles, and uses a finger now to push inside where his tongue had teased.

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His reward is a choked sound that is in no way telling him to stop, and Athelstan summons the energy to sit up and lean forward until his mouth finds skin.

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Dorian gives a pleased moan, and carries on -- just a moment longer, he promises himself, so enjoying Athelstan's reaction.