maskormenacelogs | Say can he think of this with mind serene / And silent fetters? Yes, if visions bright

WHO: Tobias Matthews and Dorian Gray.
WHERE: Their place at the Maurtia Falls Appt Complex.
WHEN: Oct 9, hours before sunrise.
WHAT: Toby finally decides to go home.
WARNINGS: Dorian is still eternally young and beautiful and immortal, Toby is a vampire. Kissing, scratching, biting, fade to black before bumping uglies. Will update as necessary.

After texting Drew, Toby gives the apartment a last once-over before closing the door after himself, trying the knob one last time to make sure it's locked. Though he'd sounded confident telling Dorian that he'd be home soon, he still feels ambivalent after all that's happened. Leaving Drew like this feels wrong, but Toby's want and need and love for Dorian ultimately wins out. Especially because all this had been a huge misunderstanding, one that Dorian himself actually owns up to. Everything is going to be all right.

Or, so Toby would like to believe, but the truth is that he's incredibly conflicted. After all the support Drew's given, he really deserves more than a text about how Toby's leaving. He can't help feeling he should've told Drew in person, but instead he presses on toward Maurtia Falls via the Porter. And he feels like he really ought to tell Dorian about his feelings for Drew, but can he? It's hard to say...

Toby psyches himself up because Dorian's going to actually be there. Waiting for him. Soon enough, he reaches the apartment, his vampire heart-equivalent thundering in his chest when he reaches the door. His mouth seems dry, and so he swallows his anxiety, takes out his keys, and finally opens the door.

"Dorian?"

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When Dorian replies, Toby glances at him and studies his face and expression, simply taking him in and memorizing everything about him all over again. Then, Toby returns a small smile of his own.

"I love you, Dorian Gray." He would rather die than stop, and he doesn't want anyone to replace him in Dorian's heart, or for anyone to replace Dorian in his own.

So he leans in to press a soft and unusually chaste kiss on Dorian's lips before planting a trail of soft kisses down to his neck. There, Toby bares his fangs and lightly scrapes them over Dorian's skin.

"And I want to give you everything you love about me, ten times over. This is a good place to start, don't you think?"

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Dorian's not expecting the kiss. And so, when Toby leans in and kisses him, he can't help but let out a small noise of surprise. It's a welcome surprise though, as Dorian makes a small murmur of agreement when Toby's fangs scrape his neck.

God, he missed this.

"It certainly is," he responds, obviously happy and obviously enjoying this. He snuggles in towards Toby, tilting his head for easier access to the neck. "And I love you too," Dorian added in, smile on his face, utterly happy as he leans in towards Toby. "I'll always love you, my sweet, wonderful, Toby."

Straight from Dorian's mouth, the words are so relieving and absolutely pleasing, and so Toby traces the artery following Dorian's jugular, teasingly nipping Dorian with his fangs. He moves a hand up to cradle the back of Dorian's head, and eventually presses his lips on the spot he intends to bite.

Already, Toby's salivating, but he wants to hear Dorian ask for it, beg him for it, even demand that he just do it already. So he kisses Dorian and nips at him some more, but he doesn't bite down just yet.

Dorian can't help but let out a small moan of pleasure as Toby kisses him. And...just kisses him. That tease. Dorian can't help but let out a small laugh, his hands moving down to Toby's side. "Well, get on with it!" he remarks, half teasing, half yearning.

He's practically sighing as Dorian's hands move down his sides, and then he hears Dorian and winds up laughing against him.

"Oh, what's this? Impatient, are you?" But Toby likes it, really. After all, there's something amusing about not giving in to Dorian straight away. So instead, his hand caresses at the back of Dorian's neck, and Toby presses a finger to the side of it, scratching hard enough to draw blood.

"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.

"And you expect that I'll give in so soon?"

Toby hisses at the harsh scraping down his back, and buries his face in Dorian's neck. There, he takes in Dorian's scent and feels Dorian's pulse quicken with excitement. And he realizes that, like the first that they'd really gotten things on after his arrival, he won't be able to hold out for much longer. Not like this...

But he'll keep trying to, because he really wants to hear Dorian pleading for it.

"I can-" And Dorian stops talking, cuts himself off as Toby buries his face in Dorian's neck, as he mentally prepares himself for Toby piercing the skin...but nothing happens. That tease.

If Toby wants him to plead (because that's got to be it. What's the other reason for Toby to be like this, to toy with him when they both knew what the other wanted?) then damn straight Dorian would plead. He loved this man too much.

"Toby, please," Dorian moans, hands moving back to Toby, one still on his back, the other moving up to tousle the vampire's hair. "You know how much I want this, I want those fangs of yours, those two wonderful fangs, I want them in my neck, drawing my blood, I want your tongue lapping it all up so Toby, please."

At long last, Dorian says the magic words, and Toby lets out a satisfied sigh before opening his mouth wide and plunging his fangs into Dorian's neck. They sink into his flesh, blood bursts forth from the wounds, and Toby smiles in some open-mouthed blood-sucking manner. Then, he gnaws on Dorian's neck a bit to keep the punctures from closing up so quickly, before withdrawing his fangs just enough to lap at Dorian's wounds. He's quick to tease at them, poking his tongue in and out of them, and enjoying his Dorian Gray.

Toby simply loves the smell of Dorian, the taste of his blood, and everything else about him. No one else seems to appreciate Dorian quite the way Toby does, and he hopes it will always be this way. He always wants to be number one, the only real one, and everyone else could only ever be a momentary distraction. Nothing more.

Dorian can't help but tense up, letting out a small gasp as Toby's fangs sink into his neck. Oh yes. This was precisely what he wanted, exactly what he needed, so wonderfully perfect. His body remains tense, like a pressured spring as Toby's fangs and tongue dart in and out. Dorian's in utter pleasure right now.

"More," he can't help but plead, yearning in his voice. "God, more." His hands clench Toby's hair, pulling slightly, still wonderfully tense.

And then they banged on the couch, the end.

Say can he think of this with mind serene / And silent fetters? Yes, if visions bright

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wanna fade to black soon since we're still in the main log comm? :P

YES, i'd been arguing with myself about how much is too much