Dorian's gaze remains impassive as the aftermath unfolds, the air thick with the scent of recently consummated passion though he seems not to notice. He does though. Dorian notices everything.
As Danta suggests whiskey, Dorian, still reclining in the bath, lifts an eyebrow and shakes his head. "A robe." He requests instead, still quite content with his wine.
"It's a curious thing," Dorian muses while awaiting his requested garment. "How she could go again and again, hardly needing more than just a moment between, whereas you..." His eyes leisurely trace down the Maverick's body, a smile that seems almost apologetic appearing as they reach his withering erection before rising again. "...well." . He chuckles and then shrugs. "Don't have quite the same luxury."
As Danta suggests whiskey, Dorian, still reclining in the bath, lifts an eyebrow and shakes his head. "A robe." He requests instead, still quite content with his wine.
"It's a curious thing," Dorian muses while awaiting his requested garment. "How she could go again and again, hardly needing more than just a moment between, whereas you..." His eyes leisurely trace down the Maverick's body, a smile that seems almost apologetic appearing as they reach his withering erection before rising again. "...well." . He chuckles and then shrugs. "Don't have quite the same luxury."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
