[ he knew it was going to look and feel amazing, and Rude did not disappoint. A groan leaves him and the mage stretches out fully, making sure that he's offering as much of himself to Rude's mouth as possible. ]
[ Rude chuckles fondly at the way Dorian stretches and then runs his hand over Dorian's chest before drizzling more syrup over him. This time he takes it much slower as he laps it up, making sure every inch of Dorian is clean before he moves on. ]
[ Dorian draws a slow and deep breath as Rude licks up his chest, working the syrup off of his bronze skin until he's glistening ever so delicately with the man's saliva. ]
[ Tim flicks his wrist and his bostaff is in his hand and extends out. Not aimed at being used but just as a demonstration.
Rude has seen it before when Tim had tested Rude and Dorian's teamwork at Patch's but Tim had always had it extended then. It had proven to have a taser on the end. ]
Like that? Just shorter?
[ Tim looks down with slight confusion at the key.] I already have a key to Dorian's houses.
[ He'd made copies when he'd been caring for the house well over a year ago.]
I understand that this is more of a symbol anyway, so thank you.
[Rude reaches for his device on the nightstand and then flips it to record as he drizzles pretty little patterns of syrup on Dorian's chest. After capping the bottle again he runs a finger though some of the syrup and then offers the finger to Dorian to taste.]
[ a heady look of arousal takes over his expression, pleased by the attention and relaxed under the recording. He sweeps his tongue briefly between his lips and then gasps softly at the drizzle of syrup lands on his bronze skin, looking up at Rude and then the camera of the device.
He’s only been recorded in a similar position for his first month in the city and to be bared, pleased and admired in such a way scratches an itch he had no idea existed.
Dorian licks at that offered finger and doesn’t stop until the digit is either cleaned up or pulled away. ]
Yeah, but like this long. [ He indicates with his hands something that is about the size of a police baton. ]
Yes, I know you can get your way in here with or without a key, but it is more that you are welcome. And the long in information is to the security system. I am going to trust you with it.
[ Rude nods and at that moment the doorbell rings with the food being delivered. Rude exuses himself for a few minutes to go pick it up and the brings it back into the kitchen. ]
I got a selection of stuff. I am not sure what you're used to, but this is the sort of food we'd eat a lot of in the office when we were working late.
[ Rude lets him clean it up all nice and good before he leans down to start licking the syrup off Dorian's chest, all nice and slow while he looks up at Dorian. ]
This is the kind of food we'd only have if Alfred wasn't around to make passive-aggressive comments about the health food rating on anything we were eating.
[A slight exaggeration, Alfred didn't disagree with the type of cuisine, just that it was a takeaway version of it. Tim grabs a random container and opens it up to see what it is. He's going to eat it regardless of what he picks because he doesn't have huge preferences.]
I'm going to take a wild guess and say you lived on take away because your team was always working late.
You're not wrong. We were working late a lot. I didn't mind though. Office buildings get nice and quiet after everyone goes home and it is easy to slip into a state of focus. Also less people to get injured if you fuck up when putting together explosives or stuff like that.
But also, I didn't know how to cook until I got here.
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