Dorien nods and smiles at Dalton. “Not everyone. People think I’m insincere, believe it or not. Must have something to do with my job or my tone. But I’m always quite sincere. You are my best arm candy and my favorite person. I just want you to know and never doubt that,” he said, leaning down to pat Dalton’s knee and then to let his hand slide up Dalton’s body just slightly. Teasing perhaps.

Dorien smirked at the compliment and the brush of lips against jaw. “I want you there. You’re also making me want to take you to bed and have my wicked way with you. Tempting me won’t end well for you if you don’t wish to be laid-” he said with a little purr.

“Well, I don’t know darling but I prefer my men to moan over scream. I am quite large. I don’t care to hurt my lovers. So I must be honest. Perhaps if you’re curious as to my aptitude, you should- see-” he said provocatively, quirking his brow.

“I wouldn’t. I also don’t bottom. You would be my bottom for the evening. I would- if you want it. I sincerely would take you into the bedroom right now. Strip you out of your clothes. And worship you the way god intended for me to do,” he offered- his gaze striking now and completely on Dalton.

Dorien thought. “I like being a lawyer. Perhaps I’ll see where Linus is living now. He’s a bit of a wandering spirit as it were. Of course, he wouldn’t be here tonight. If you want to top, I could be talked into using a fleshlight or an auto blow on you while I fuck you. As a thought.”

Dalton’s body was on fire, he was never aagainst one night stands, or even friends with benefits. Even if he and Dorien did have a night of passion it wouldn’t change anything between them. As things began to reveal themselves, and their intents come out more and more. “Oh Dorien. Handsome, sweet Dorien. I would never dream of being anything less than what you wanted. Never being anything for you but the perfect bottom for the night. I don’t need to fuck anything so long as you are enjoying yourself with me. And trust me there would be plenty of moaning.” he smirked and leaned in laying a kiss closer to Dorein;s mouth this time. 

Sitting up more he began to unbutton his shirt. Letting it slide down over his shoulders, a smile on his face. “Tomorrow then. Tonight you can throw me over your shoulder and show me that bed hmm? You haven’t said a single thing that hasn’t sounded amazing this entire time you know.” 

“Well, I also like your company darling. You know I don’t have people around me I can’t stand. But yes. You look wonderful on my arm, you’re intelligent, handsome. So of course I choose you,” he said with a nod. “You should try and get me under the mistletoe. I’m too much of a gentleman to shove you beneath it in public like I’ve contemplated,” he said with a wicked grin.

Taylor’s more of a chuckling kind than a blushing kind. But let’s see. Maybe something from my hot tub in Vail. “Something like this, for starters.”

“No? So if I threw you over my shoulder, tossed you on my bed, and stripped of your pants, that wouldn’t be weird for you?” Dorien smirked. “Because I wouldn’t hesitate if I thought you’d enjoy bottoming for me. I am quite endowed. If you’re a virgin, I couldn’t. I don’t care to hurt my lovers.”

Dorien smiled. “You deserve the best,” Dorien said, confident. “You want a nice chest. Let’s see. There’s an- hmm- well, I don’t quite know how to describe Linus but he has a nice set of pecs. Blonde. Very quiet though-” he said thoughtfully. “No gag reflex either.”

“I get to see you satisfied,” Dorien said with a shrug. “What else do I need than that, darling? Everyone deserves the chance to find happiness.”

“Well you are good for my ego. But who wouldn’t want to be hanging off your arm. You are handsome, suave, and sophisticated. The kind of man who lights up a room and all eyes are on him.” he said with a smile a mischievous smirk and a tilt of that handsome face. Leaning in Dalton brushed his lips against the other man’s jawline. “I will take notes for this years party then. Assuming you still want me there with you.” Dalton purred. 

The picture made his own jaw slacken a bit as he admired it, the other man was ripped. It was like he was sculpted from stone. 

“Does anything about me scream virgin to you? Come on you and I have been friends long enough for you to know that I would be just fine, and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me Dorien.” Dalton smirked and slid and arm around Dorien’s shoulders. 

“Big pecs and no gag reflex sound nice. I am sure anyone you set me up with would be a perfectly wonderful. You’re a delightful man. Ever think about match making and charging people money for it?” 

Dorien shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t do long term relationships as a matter of policy. That’s why I ask you to my office christmas party every year,” Dorien smirked. “So I could be completely wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time,” Dorien said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. 

“You’re sexy. I can imagine taking you to bed so I don’t think it must be difficult for other men,” he said thoughtfully. “The long hair is nice. Something to pull gently perhaps-” he said, reaching up to thread his fingers through it a little.

Dorien nodded. “He’s very romantic. I guess I’ll get my phone out of my pocket and show you a picture, hmm? He’s more vers than me and funny and sweet, if not something of a romantic. How naughty a picture do you want?” Dorien smirked a little as he got his phone out.

“Bottoms I know. And I don’t do insufferable. They learn that quickly enough. For a bottom, do you want tall or blonde or good at dancing or hmm- I know someone that’s good at baking? He catered an affair last year. Quite good in fact,” Dorien said thoughtfully. “Or do you want someone rich who likes smoking pot?”

“Oh so that is why you invite me. I thought it was because I could hold my liquor well and I don’t try and get you under the mistletoe like everyone else.” Dalton laughed leaning his head on his hand as he turned to face the other, moving to get more comfortable on the couch, the liquor in his system loosening his muscles and making him relax. A bad date wasn’t the end of the world but it had made him feel so...gray.

“Oh send mw whatever you have. Something that’ll make him blush if he knows I have it.” Dalton was no stranger to being a bit risque, a little flirty, kind of crass. He enjoyed making men blush when he could. He tilted his head into Dorien’s fingers. “You don’t have to imagine bedding me if you want you know.” 

“Oh oh Matchmaker. Out here doing the absolute most for me. I’m not against anything honestly. I know that’s super not helpful. I like big titties on a guy.” he said with a chuckle as he slid closer to his friend. “Dorien. What do you get by hooking me up from your rolodex of men.” 

Dorien listened to Dalton politely. “Well, I believe we set the current of things. Perhaps you were too available. If you need something too much, perhaps it can be felt in the air-” he said continentally as he reclined on his couch and sipped at his drink. He was comfortable, used to this kind of proclamation.

“That was your problem. You went on a dating app. The only apps for dating aren’t for dating. Not really. They’re for finding men to bed. For those who need them for that sort of thing,” he said with an amused tone.

Dorien shook his head. “I think you want it too much. Perhaps I should introduce you to my ski instructor. He’s a romantic and a top. I find him quite amusing.”

“You think that’s it? I am just too available? I mean I wasn’t sitting there begging for him to love me or anything pathetic like that.” Dalton sighed and rubbed the back of his neck laughing as he took a seat next to Dorien as he down the glass in his hand perhaps the slow burn of alcohol would make him feel better about it.