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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"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.

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Just a moment longer turns into another moment, and another. Athelstan holds himself up with a grip on Dorian's shoulder, and dips his head to pay close attention to a nipple.

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Yes, that would lead to the moment lasting longer; Dorian keeps doing that lovely thing while Athelstan is bestowing that exquisite pleasure, rather than turning tables and providing something new and surprising, as he'd planned to.

As he's still planning to do, in another moment.

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"If you keep that up", Athelstan murmurs after a little while, teeth scraping lightly, "we won't get much further."

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That gives him the resolve he needs.

Dorian takes his hand away, sits back and smiles at Athelstan, not touching at all for a moment.

Then, he puts both hands on his chest, briefly rubbing hardened nubs, then pushes him back down.

"Lie back," he says.

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He does, without a moment's hesitation, eyes following Dorian's every movement.

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Dorian reaches for something on the bedside table, and then rubs some smooth liquid over himself, spreading it generously, both from the front and behind.

While he does so, he watches Athelstan quite intensely, as if waiting for the smallest sign of surprise or doubt.

"Ready?"

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He sees none, only anticipation. Athelstan has been here before - or so he thinks, because Dorian may well have a whole new twist to add to things.

He nods, licking his lips. "Ready."

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"Steady," Dorian says, giving Athelstan one more twist with his slickened hand before quickly straddling his mid-section and impaling himself on Athelstan with the smoothness of somebody well used to this act.

He moves his hips, and moans his pleasure.

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...all right, so the act itself wasn't particularly surprising, but the speed of it, while still not being rough... that was.

Athelstan's head falls back, his breath speeding up, as he counters Dorian's movements.

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"Go!"

Dorian hooks his legs around Athelstan's thighs, using the way they're still slightly tilted after having been spread, heaves, and turns them around.

He pushes one slick middle finger back to where it had been before, as if to direct Athelstan from within, and tilts back his head with a questioning smile.

Still not surprised?