[The way that Dorian seems to treasure him, even the scarred and ugly parts of him, makes his entire body feel as if it's soaked in need. A part of his mind wonders if perhaps this isn't a dream, because he's imagined it enough times for it to seem like it is.

But then Dorian will touch or kiss him in ways which brings him back to reality, to experience this as fully as possible.

He feels a bit too exposed, but in a way that is blissful and desperate. It makes him a little too honest.]

I want you. I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you, to see you come undone. I want you in any way you're willing to give yourself to me, Dorian. As completely as you like.