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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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?

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He cries out, in startlement at the sudden move and an unexpected rise in pleasure, both from that and from what Dorian just did with his hand.

Then he sets about kissing that smile off Dorian's face.

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Dorian is setting the pace with his hand. Pleasure at all those sensations, and at Ahtelstan's bold kisses, soon make him forget all and any smugness.

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And Athelstan is forgetting everything outside of the moment, and Dorian's presence and actions.

Which, of course, is what he wanted.

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Dorian keeps things as slow as possible, as to prolong this exquisite moment as long as possible.

But all good things must end, eventually.

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They must. But this one ends in ecstasy, for both of them.

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Intense ecstasy, made even more intense for Athelstan -- hopefully -- by the way Dorian is nudging him on with his finger.

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Oh yes. Most certainly, because Dorian knows what he's doing.

Athelstan's voice is hoarse by the time he finishes.

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Dorian, letting go of his control when Athelstan is done, and finishing just after him, collapses bonelessly into the snugness of his rococo bed, his hands slipping off Athelstan's body while he is catching his breath.

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Athelstan drops beside him, exhausted, with only enough energy left to lean into his side.

"...you did promise something new."

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"Did I disappoint?" Dorian murmurs, opening his eyes just enough to peer at Athelstan.

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"Not in the slightest." He curls against Dorian, taking his hand, and gives him another languid kiss.

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Dorian kisses him back. "Nor did you," he says. "This was very lovely. You really know to appreciate pleasure by now. The Vikings and Milliways have been good influences on you."

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"More Milliways, in this field", he says with a touch of amusement. "Though the Vikings in the way of enjoying life in general."

He couldn't go back if he tried.

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"Milliways has a way of opening one's horizons," Dorian says. "It destroyed all of my cultured ennui within the first hour."

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Athelstan chuckles.

"Have you really seen all your world has to offer?"

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"I don't think so," Dorian admits. "But it's all very far away. It would take months to travel to Japan, for example."

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"Even in your time? I thought ships had grown unrecognisably faster."

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"We only have steam ships, no aeroplanes yet," Dorian says. "It would be over a month, going around the world in either direction. We're not much faster than Jules Verne who had people go all the way round in eighty days in his novel."