[ Dorian's got his shirt off by this point and haphazardly tosses it over a casual chair, still smirking all the while. He knew he was a terrible influence. He loved that he was a terrible influence. Being a terrible influence got him things, it got him Yuri. And really, that was what mattered. ]
I know, [ he simply responded, fiddling slightly with his belt, in an attempt to get it off. ] But you love me for it anyway.
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I know, [ he simply responded, fiddling slightly with his belt, in an attempt to get it off. ] But you love me for it anyway.