#sub dorian

It was a quiet night. The type of night that usually made Dorian wary that something could happen at any second. He was a bit paranoid, yes, but wasn't that part of his job? He had to be ready to protect you at any moment.

He hears your footsteps on the stairs, a calming sound. All Dorians shared a conscience, despite being different people in a way, but even then, he still got a bit stressed when he didn't properly get to see you.

You were wandering. It wasn't exactly uncommon, especially lately. You seemed to have been having trouble sleeping.

"You alright, love?"

Hearing Dorian's voice made you relax a bit. You weren't feeling the best, so you needed some form of distraction. Thankfully an idea popped up on your head... well, seems on both of them.

Dorian hears you getting close to him, technically also sees you, in some sort of reality bending way. You're standing right behind him, and he wishes he could grab you face and kiss it. Sadly, because of his way of being, technically he always has to be turned the other way from you.

When he feels your hands grabbing at his waist softly he tenses up. Although almost instantly he calms down. You begin to gently run your hands through his back, your hands slip under his jacket and shirt and he shivers, your hands are a bit cold after all...

"What are you planning?"

While his voice is serious, there's an actual hint of curiosity in it... you can also tell your wandering has begun to affect him, especially when your hands begin to touch his abs and stomach... going further up to massage his chest. He lets out a shaky breath, trying to maintain his composure. The tip of his ears are a cute shade of pink.

"Hmm... who knows? Just playing around. You mind?"

Your fingers find his soft nipples and you begin to rub them in circles, your hands stop every once in a while to massage the whole pec, and you can hear a small quiet moan leave his throat, which he tries to keep in.

"...No. I am at your service, sir."

When he said that, you knew that he was up to do anything you wanted. You'll torture the man a bit... and you know he will enjoy it.

Once your hands are done with the now red and puffy nipples, his breathing is way heavier than it was before. When he notices he's breathing with his mouth open, he closes it, and tries to regain composure.

It doesn't work however, as your hands immediately begin to make quick work of his pants. He seems to get flustered at this, stuttering words that do not come out, and instead he decided to close his mouth fully as he sees your fingers undoing his belt.

No surprise to see that he was fully hard inside his underwear. Of all the lovers you had, Dorian was one of the most susceptible to soft and gentle touches. You rub his hardened cock through the fabric and he groans, grabbing himself on the borders of the door. He sees you kneeling down besides him, pulling his underwear down only below his ass, letting the plump muscle show. He shivers, unsure of what will you do, but he immediately gets the answer when he feels your tongue licking his hole hungrily.

He lets out a bit of a loud moan, and spreads his legs further so you can more easily do your work. As you eat him out, tongue coating the ring with saliva, he begins to let out small whimpers and whines, and with your hand stroking him slowly in a torturous way, he feels his own sanity begin to slip.

"Ah....ngh--...l-love... p-please..."

Despite becoming more vocal, your mouth does not stop, wet tendril slipping deep inside him and moving around, in and out, until his insides become even warmer and wetter. His pleads continue, with a bit more urgency as your hand begins to stroke his tip, in a maddening manner.

"G-gonna cum-- love---"

You stop all your movements, quickly standing up, wiping the saliva from your mouth and helping him put his pants on. He is still gripping the door, pants coming out of him in a rapid rhythm. He rests his head on the wooden door, and while he cannot look at you, you're able to notice that he has a somewhat frustrated, sad, and submissive look all over.

"Thank you Dorian. I'll be able to sleep well now."

"...N-no problem. Goodnight."

You leave.

And he tries to calm down, taking deep breaths.

He really can't do it.

He curses himself out, he know you won't care, damn it, probably did it on purpose.

He undoes his belt with a desperate need, and quickly grabs his half hard cock with one of his fists, pumping it hard and quickly. He has to bite his lip hard, and still small sounds come out. His other hand finds his still wet hole, and without much consideration for any sort of prep, he inserts two fingers.

"Ghhhh!! F-fuck..."

It's a tight fit, somewhat uncomfortable, but he really needs it. He needs you.

His digits go in and out rapidly, knows his body well, and he quickly finds his prostate.

The violent movements on both sides make his legs tremble, as he loses his balance and falls to the floor. Small sounds of all kind, especially whimpers and mentions of your name fall from his mouth in a sort of prayer. And as his fingering and hand get even more rapid, he feels himself tearing up.

"A-Ah! ----- c-cumming----"

He lets out a deep groan, whole body shaking in a way one would worry if it happened for any other reason. He continues pumping himself, until he's overstimulated and twitching in pain.

His face rests on the wooden door. And he is still not satisfied. He needs you. He wishes he were more bold.

But sadly he cannot face you.

Both in the literal sense and the emotional one.