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Aug. 12th, 2015 12:48 amIt was, maybe, both the longest and shortest frustrated stumble Dorian had ever made through a town in his young life, and certainly it had never before been to the private rooms of someone he genuinely cared about. Yet, here he was, bursting through the doors to Biffy's apartments as soon as Biffy opened them for them both.
The moment that they had the relative privacy, Dorian was on him again, making true on the somewhat stolen kiss they'd shared in dim lighting of the warehouse, surrounded by the smell of other people's clean new sweat and the air of thrill from all of their murmurs and excitement. The mood had carried home with Dorian. He was of that sort of temperament, that sort of breeding. For whatever reason, he liked a good fight, and some days sorely missed being at home, doing the good work of murdering Venatori, teasing the Inquisitor about quite how many terrible and misguided people the Inquisition ended up murdering recently.
He fought against Biffy's lips again, which still tasted faintly of cool mint, and backed him against the wall nearest the front door with palms pressed firmly to Biffy's chest, insistent.
"You are a terrible and insufferable tease. You're awful and I don't know why I like the look of your silly face so much," he said, before pressing their mouths together again fitfully.
The moment that they had the relative privacy, Dorian was on him again, making true on the somewhat stolen kiss they'd shared in dim lighting of the warehouse, surrounded by the smell of other people's clean new sweat and the air of thrill from all of their murmurs and excitement. The mood had carried home with Dorian. He was of that sort of temperament, that sort of breeding. For whatever reason, he liked a good fight, and some days sorely missed being at home, doing the good work of murdering Venatori, teasing the Inquisitor about quite how many terrible and misguided people the Inquisition ended up murdering recently.
He fought against Biffy's lips again, which still tasted faintly of cool mint, and backed him against the wall nearest the front door with palms pressed firmly to Biffy's chest, insistent.
"You are a terrible and insufferable tease. You're awful and I don't know why I like the look of your silly face so much," he said, before pressing their mouths together again fitfully.
