"Aren't I always?" Dorian moans, a little bit breathlessly, hissing slightly as Toby scratches, drawing blood. This is wonderful to him. This is entirely what he wants, what he likes, and he's just so, so happy that Toby's here, Toby's back with him and they're together.

His hands move up Toby's back, ostensibly to rub, but when Toby's finger breaks the skin, Dorian can't help but tense, raking his nails down the other man's back a little bit.