-When the other hand joins the one already on his waistband, he lets out a very soft albeit encouraging noise, pressing his lips against the other’s briefly to draw a kiss from him. He raises a brow, smirking.- Suddenly shy again? -He pushes his hips slightly against the other’s hands.- Go on, then. Or are you too meek? -He chuckles.-
-Returning the kiss with yet another blush at his statement, he gives a quiet noise. He bit his lip lightly, fingers fumbling as he unfastens his trousers. His eyes flicker up again, thumbs hooking into both those and underwear to push them down, leaning up against him as he pushes them as far as he can in his position. His eyes then wander down, still biting his lip, and he swallows back a noise- both nervous and excited.-
-When he notices the other experiencing a little difficulty, he removes the trousers and underwear completely, kicking them out of the way. He lets out a little laugh at the boy’s wandering eyes, lowering himself again a little with a rather throaty groan when their bodies are close again.-
-He quivers, hard, when bodies make contact again, both hands falling to the other’s hips as he flushes. He moans, biting his lip, and arches against him, his body reacting almost of its own accord to the new sensations. After a moment’s hesitation, he moves in to kiss him again, tentative but more sure of himself then he’d shown before.-
-His hand now reaches to fist in the other’s hair as he reciprocates the kiss with enthusiasm, hips moving against the other’s again, though now without the irritating barrier of clothing. Pulling away from the kiss after a moment, he leans closer to the other’s ear, murmuring.- Are you sure about this? -Of course, in Dorian’s eyes there is no turning back now, but he deems it best to ask anyway.-
-Fingers grip at his hips, moaning into the kiss at the friction between them. He bit his lip again lightly when they parted, his eyes closing briefly. He was nervous again - more so then before - but he wouldn’t- or couldn’t back out now. He nods, lips brushing against Dorian’s jaw.- Y-yes, I’m sure…
Name's Alexander Monroe. Call me Alex.
I'm twenty one.
I'm not exactly the modern equivalent of 'normal'. I can control fire, make it do anything i want it to do.
I can also create it with a simple thought.
I... I suppose if you need to know anything else, just ask.
(( An RP OC blog. Not connected to any fandom in particular, and I'll RP with anyone.
Anything else that needs to be known is in the 'about him' link.
FC is William Moseley
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