[ Cyril certainly knows what he's doing, and Dorian has no problem losing himself in the pleasure. Time passes almost in a blur, and he lies there next to Cyril in the afterglow, limbs like jelly and feeling sated. He'll allow himself a bit before dressing and returning to his ship, the atmosphere is quite lovely in the moment.
Dorian stretches his limbs with a happy sigh, before running a hand through his hair to attempt pushing it into place. Rather a lost cause, really, as it flops back across his forehead. He huffs, looking at his bedmate with a scowl that has little heat to it. ]
You've put me in quite a state, I hope you're aware.
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Dorian stretches his limbs with a happy sigh, before running a hand through his hair to attempt pushing it into place. Rather a lost cause, really, as it flops back across his forehead. He huffs, looking at his bedmate with a scowl that has little heat to it. ]
You've put me in quite a state, I hope you're aware.