Room #27 -Dorian

[Dorian Maietta]

To be perfectly honest, he hadn’t been expecting that at all. The tail that curled so lazily around the two of them, or the soft sound of his fighter’s voice. Had he done a good job, then? Alex liked him, right? Words were too simple, and would never be able to accurately describe how pleased the Italian oddity was with himself, at that very moment. There was always the question, mind you, of whether or not his fighter would still be so keen on him when this temporary mask was discarded. Well, that all depended on how far down he could drag his new ‘most precious’ person. If he could bury himself deep enough in Alex’s brain to be sure that the boy didn’t strayed. Didn’t look at anyone but him. Just as he wanted it. Dorian smiled at the thought, murmuring a barely audible “Mine, mine, mine,” against his neck, even giggling softly to himself and carefully grazing the skin with his teeth. How many ways were there to make it obvious that this was his?


OOC: Ah~, that's great~. :D

[Alex Blake]

Would there even be need for the extra bed anymore, wondered Alex? When they had already been so bold as to curl up like this, was Dorian really going to rip himself away in the moment of comfort Alex had found? Perhaps he was too tired, or perhaps he was just crazy, but whatever the reason Alex's tail tightened it's hold on the boy next to him, as did the arm he had slung loosely over Dorians waist. Though he didn't hear the words spoken, he felt the movement of lips against his skin, of teeth and hot breath grazing along his neck, and the exhaustion fled as quickly as it had arrived. The hair on the back of his neck and tail pricked up as electricity crackled up his spine and his heart jumped. What a feeling! Ten times what he'd felt when Anna had grabbed his hand that day! He wanted to say something, to do something, but he didn't know what, and so lay in silence as his Sacrifice did what he pleased.

[Dorian Maietta]

Had he been able to simply do so, there was no doubt that he would have fallen asleep like that. But, even with a sleep-hazed brain, the sacrifice was aware enough to know that sleeping with his glasses on would be an unwise thing to do. Reluctant as he was to move from his comfortable position, he shifted to sit up with a quiet whine to show for his displeasure. ”Hnnn~… Just a sec,” he purred, slipping his glasses off of his face with one hand, and carefully uncurling Alex’s tail from around his waist with the other. Stretching his legs out, he pushed himself off of the bed and padded over to the desk, deeming it safe to leave his glasses there. Shaking his bangs out of his eyes, he tapped an index finger on the desk’s flat surface meaningfully while casting a lazy eyed glance back at Alex. ”Don’t let me forget these in the morning, mh~?” He was quick to get back to the bed, settling back into his place, curling flush against his fighter’s side with his face looming in close to his, a lazy, playful smile twisting his lips. ”I mean it. I’d have to be this close to see you properly. Ah~, I’m so blind.” And there was another hushed giggle as he leaned back just enough to rub at his own eyes, before laying his head against Alex’s neck again.

Now he was fine with admitting that he was tired. It was slight, but his eyelids felt heavy, and his body seemed quite willing to stay where it was and melt into his fighter’s body heat. ”He~y.” It was a soft, mumbled sound, as Dorian inclined his head just enough to nip at Alex’s earlobe to make sure he was paying attention. ”Is it fine~ for me to sleep right here? I don’t really feel like going all the way over there,” with which he raised one arm to lazily gesture at the other bed, left empty on the other side of the room. ”I’m lazy like that. And you’re warm, so it’s partly your fault, anyways,” he teased with a sleepy little smile, curling the arm he’d gestured with to rest on the other’s torso as his fingers curled and uncurled, kneading at the muscles of his chest in kitten-like content. ”I don’t snore, or anything~.”

[Alex Blake]

Ears flattened as Dorian pulled away from him, and it was clear that he disagreed with the movement. As he sat up to observe the long haired boy, his annoyance was at once replaced with the subtletees od panic- had he done something wrong? Was his reaction to Dorians touches too much for the boy? The rationl part of Alex knew this wasn't the case- Dorian shouldn't have done what he'd done unless he wanted a reaction, so it couldn't be that- but the part of him that wasn't rational was suddenly very self concious, and with reluctance he let the boy untangle himself from his tail.”Hnnn~… Just a sec,” ears flicked toward the Sacrifice as he spoke, and Alex gave a silent nod as he watched his partner slip off his glasses and place them on the desk.”Don’t let me forget these in the morning, mh~?” "'Kay." he murmered obediently, not quite caring about how passive he sounded. He was to busy sinking back into position with Dorian, letting his tail claim it's place binding them together as his arm hesitantly draped itself around his waste. Just to be laying like this was enthralling, ecstatic, and just a little bit embaresing- but he wouldn't let his own insecurities ruin the moment for him.

The smile Dorian gave him then was one Alex would never forget, not when their faces were so close together. ”I mean it. I’d have to be this close to see you properly. Ah~, I’m so blind.” 'Maybe that wouldn't be so bad', Alex thought. Being this close to Dorian all the time might be...interesting. He didn't say that however, and the only evidence of the thought was the small, smirk of deviance that tilted the corner of his lips up." If your practically blind you'd think you'd remember to grab your glasses when...I dont know- you couldn't see anything maybe?" he said playfully, a grin taking his lips. [color=lightblue="I won't forget." he promised as Dorian pressed his face back into Alex's neck, and with an inaudible sigh Alex closed his eyes. He was getting tired again.

”He~y.” And once again his exhaustion fled as his Sacrifice decided the best way to get his attetnion was to place his teeth on him again- this time an earlobe was the victom. Dorian, of coure, was right, and the same feeling of electricity crackling through him ensured that his Sacrifice had his full attention."Yeah?" he answered with a raised brow.”Is it fine~ for me to sleep right here? I don’t really feel like going all the way over there,” Golden eyes followed Dorians gesture to the other bed, wich looked cold and strange ont he other side of the room. For a moment cat ears tipped down in dismay at the thought of his comfort moving all the way over there.”I’m lazy like that. And you’re warm, so it’s partly your fault, anyways,” He wasn't sure what he'd been about to say, but it came out as a breath of air as Dorian hand found its' way to his chest. The motion of his fingers felt good, and left him omentarily distracted as he memorized the pattern they kneeded into him, but upon realizing that an answer was required of him or it might stop, he turned his face away so that his Sacrifice might not see the blush that captured his cheeks."Well, if it's my fault.." he started softly, "Than I guess I have to make it up to you." ”I don’t snore, or anything~.” Alex chuckled at this, but didn't say anything- he probably wouldn't have cared if he did.

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[Dorian Maietta]

Oh~, he was never going to get tired of the soothing sound of his fighter’s voice. It wasn’t as if he’d been anxious at all to begin with, but it still seemed to keep him all the more at ease. Though, the smirk that he’d thought he’d caught a glimpse of on Alex’s face set his nerves on fire. So he could make faces like that, too, mh? Fuck, it was almost kind of sexy. Honestly, if he kept doing things like that, the poor sacrifice would melt. And that wasn’t supposed to happen, now was it? Although… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… Which was a train of thought that tugged his brain into a gutter state of mind, full of all sorts of questionable things. Reaching to drag the fingers of his free hand along his fighter’s tail with a purr, his lips twitched a bit at the corners to show for his amusement. Oh my~. If his companion had been aware of his current thought process, what would he think of him? Maybe he’d have to tell Alex all about his dirty little thoughts, one of these days, if not only to see what kind of expression he would make in response.

”Hehe… You’d think so, but I’ve forgotten them, before.” He’d decided that he didn’t mind being teased, if Alex was the one doing it. That playful tone resonated so sweetly in his ears, after all. In an instinctive, subconscious motion, he nibbled gently at the skin of his fighter’s neck, pressing his lips to the spot with a quiet hum as his eyelids drifted shut of their own accord. As it was, he very much liked having his new fighter within arm’s reach. He would keep him close. Keep a close eye on him. This was his ‘something special’, right? Someone who belonged to him. Which meant that he would be completely justified in snipping off any greedy hands that pawed to closely at his fighter. He didn’t want that. He would hate that. Everyone else was just… No good. They were better off staying away, obviously.

Already, his brain was hazing over with the desire to simply shut down and sleep. Everything was just barely registering, yet he was still aware enough to laugh softly when he heard his exhale in response to his touch. Such honest reactions, every time. Teasing fingers crept down his torso, intentionally moving at an agonizingly slow pace. ”I’m glad, you know,” he murmured, pausing his movements to trace small circles with his index finger, just above his navel. ”That you~’re my fighter, that is. Since you’re nice.” And suddenly his arm shifted to simply curl around his middle, keeping himself close with a tired purr. It wasn’t his fault, he simply couldn’t help himself. ”Hnnn~, sorry. You’re fun to play with, y’know~?” He was, really. It amused Dorian to know end. At least he liked him, mh? That last remark, though… About making it up to him. What had he meant by that, exactly? It sounded fun. But he was just too damn tired. So very at ease. And was already lost in the fog of sleep before he could tease him about it.