[ he’s home, but he’s lounging and hasn’t made a move to fetch the chocolate syrup or prepare in the slightest. Rather, he’s reclined on the living room sofa, tapping away at the screen of his device when Rude enters the house and walks up to him.
Dorian does little more than smile before he’s being pulled into a kiss and he returns it, slipping his fingers around the man’s back to rest at the nape of his neck. ]
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Dorian does little more than smile before he’s being pulled into a kiss and he returns it, slipping his fingers around the man’s back to rest at the nape of his neck. ]