"I'd like to make peace with him, if at all possible. I know you care deeply for him. I can't promise it will be anytime soon, but one of these days I would like to sit down with him and share more wine." Dorian leans in just as close, truly snuggling him. "You always throw such wonderful parties."
"Maybe not wine. He doesn't drink wine. You could drink tea to demonstrate that you're serious about gaining his regard, or... well, there's always fruit juice."
Happy to snuggle, Huaisang knocks back the rest of his glass and then sets it aside. Reaching for Dorian's face, Huaisang guides him into a soft kiss, sweet at first and then increasingly needy.
"For health reasons, I don't drink tea." Even though he's fairly certain the popular stuff from Minrathous isn't likely what he'll be serving or drinking. Mingjue had shared wine with him when he first came over, but Dorian doesn't argue the point, not when Huaisang is guiding him in for a kiss.
Dorian visibly relaxes into the other man's grasp and presses into the kiss with a vaguely subdued passion.
"Most people drink tea for health reasons," Huaisang states, amused at Dorian's reasoning. Tea is considered medicinal where he comes from, and essential. It's one of the great pleasures of life.
Glad for the respite of the kiss, Huaisang hooks his legs tighter over Dorian's lap, winding his arms around Dorian's neck in order to cling to him while their lips exchange caresses. He whimpers, desperate for affection and reassurance, and needing every second of this kiss.
“Most people aren’t allergic to the leaves.” Dorian whispers and keeps his lips just enough out of reach to talk. “And you should know, Huaisang. I’m not most people.”
It’s nice, just sitting close, kissing and talking. There’s not a lot of room for thought or debate, not when Huaisang is so warm and willing against him.
"You're much better than most people," Huaisang agrees the next time their lips part. He giggles delightedly, quickly starting to cheer up again as they cuddle and kiss. Dorian always soothes him, and right now he's more grateful than ever to be soothed.
“Mmh... and don’t forget handsome- you can’t leave that out.” Dorian smirks, lips curling even as they fall to Huaisang’s once more.
He curls his arm around the other man and leans forward so he can grab his drink. Priorities. Good drink, even better company, things are looking better already.
"So handsome," Huaisang agrees, nestling close while Dorian sips at his drink. "Dizzyingly handsome. It's why you have to carry me everywhere, I can't help but swoon at the sight of you."
Dorian exhales a soft laugh when Huaisang not only acknowledges his good looks, but elaborates on them.
“I’ll be happy to carry you.” The drink is set aside once more and he cradled Huaisang’s chin, looking him in the eyes with all the affection he can muster. He holds that gaze for a short while and then swoops back in to claim those lips and kiss the other man breathless.
Sighing happily as he's kissed, Huaisang hugs close, shifting to fully straddle Dorian's lap so that he can loop his arms around his lover's neck and they can kiss ever more deeply. He wants to be as close to Dorian as he can get, so that he won't have to worry about ever letting him go.
That deep kiss and the clinging embrace of Huaisang are easily indulged, as Dorian enjoys the proximity and the passion behind the man's possessiveness. It's a shame he still intends to leave him later in the night, but for the moment he will give in to any desire his love has.
Nuzzling softly at him when the kiss breaks, Huaisang gives his lover a shy grin. He has no idea that Dorian intends to leave. All that unpleasantness is forgotten for now, and he simply wants to smooth it all over with affection and pleasure, cuddling into bed together as soon as possible. "Sex?"
“I suppose that means I’ll have to save drinking myself stupid for after I make love to you.” Dorian whispers, shooting his drink a mildly disappointing look. Huaisang will win out over drinks any day.
Huaisang's brow furrows with concern at that, and he pulls back a little, ardor cooled by worry. "You really do mean drinking yourself into a stupor, don't you?"
It's not something Huaisang can understand. He drinks heavily and constantly, but to him alcohol is something for pleasure and fun, and the goal of heavy drinking is to get silly and lose inhibitions--not consciousness. "I thought you just meant stupid drunk. Dorian..."
"At this point the act of drinking until I'm hardly conscious, but conscious enough not to act a fool has becomes somewhat of a habit. Hard to break and likely unhealthy, I know. But there are worse things. And few hobbies taste as good." Dorian honestly sees no harm in it. Huaisang should feel proud, there are very few he will drinking around to be in such a state.
It is, however, a sign that he's troubled and is just choosing to drink away anymore of those pesky feelings.
Still worried, Huaisang gives his cheek a sweet peck. "How about we go upstairs to bed? Maybe a bubble bath first, if you'd like, and then I can give you a massage while you're hot and melted from the bath and you can fall asleep without needing the drink?"
Cupping his hands around Dorian's cheeks, Huaisang pouts at him in hopes of persuading Dorian to yield.
“Is my drinking cause for concern?” Dorian raises a brow and narrows his eyes slightly. He looks mildly confused and suspicious over the offer to pamper him, but not at all displeased by the idea.
"If you're drinking to a stupor and drinking to fall asleep rather than drinking for fun, then yes." Huaisang meets that eye narrowing with a pout, wanting to keep his lover safe.
"I do insist on spoiling you. I love spoiling you."
Getting up, Huaisang tugs at Dorian's hand to lure him upstairs. "Bath first or just the massage?"
"I only drink for fun in social situations." Implying that any other time it is just routine and he finds no problem with that. He's not drinking to get drunk. A glass or two relaxes him and even more helps aid his sleep. "And because I enjoy the taste." Of course it used to put him in some really terrible situations, but that was in the past.
"Do you now?" That's touching and it doesn't feel like it should be. He feels he should be pampered more, but he never considered that someone might actually enjoy doing that. Dorian comes along up the stairs with little prompting, though he humors Huaisang and holds his hands. "Bath first. You'll be joining me, yes?"
"Of course," Huaisang insists, leading him into the bathroom and starting the water filling. "I would have thought you'd know that by now. I must need to spoil you more. What do you think, more fancy dinners? More jewelry? Would you like an array of collars to be able to swap out?"
His hands work over Dorian's clothing as he talks, stripping him efficiently--with a few stray gropes and caresses along the way.
Dorian chuckles at the idea of being spoiled more with jewelry, meals and collars. Grey-blue eyes close at the feel of hands against him, feeling just as much as they’re stripping.
“I don’t need anything material. You’re the only one that lavishes such things on me,” He leans to press kisses against Huaisang’s neck. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I look good in anything you give me and I only eat out with you.”
"You only eat out with me?" Huaisang repeats, voice rising to a squeak at the end of the question. He can't imagine. He still mostly eats in restaurants--or food delivered to him from restaurants. Xichen helps to cook for him, but Huaisang is entirely at the mercy of others when it comes to obtaining food. When left to himself, he discovered pizza rolls. For Dorian to be restricted to restaurants when he goes with Huaisang...
"Wait, who cooks in your house?" Brow furrowing in confusion, Huaisang leans up and kisses him in return, then starts to strip off his own clothing.
“I order food when I can and am learning a little. But Rhys cooks meals for me.” He’s not exactly a member of the house, but that’s a good an answer as any without going into too much detail.
Dorian looks over Huaisang’s body with appreciation and sighs, warm and comfortable near the bath and in the other man’s presence.
"I'll be sure to take you out to eat more often. I didn't realize, I'm sorry. Every time we meet we can go out somewhere different and glamorous, and then come home and spend the evening together."
Testing the water before he climbs in, Huaisang gets in near the foot of the tub, kneeling comfortably so that he will be facing Dorian as he climbs in at the head. He increases the heat just a little, then reaches for the liquid soap and a fluffy natural sponge, starting to luxuriantly massage soap over Dorian's chest and down his belly.
“You don’t have to apologize. I’m happy just spending time with you.” Dorian doesn’t really eat meals much anyways, he prefers snacks or to eat small things through the day.
The thought of food aside, the mage sighs as he sinks into the warm water and watches Huaisang through heavily-lidded eyes as soap is lathered and massaged over his bronze skin.
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Happy to snuggle, Huaisang knocks back the rest of his glass and then sets it aside. Reaching for Dorian's face, Huaisang guides him into a soft kiss, sweet at first and then increasingly needy.
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Dorian visibly relaxes into the other man's grasp and presses into the kiss with a vaguely subdued passion.
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Glad for the respite of the kiss, Huaisang hooks his legs tighter over Dorian's lap, winding his arms around Dorian's neck in order to cling to him while their lips exchange caresses. He whimpers, desperate for affection and reassurance, and needing every second of this kiss.
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It’s nice, just sitting close, kissing and talking. There’s not a lot of room for thought or debate, not when Huaisang is so warm and willing against him.
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He curls his arm around the other man and leans forward so he can grab his drink. Priorities. Good drink, even better company, things are looking better already.
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“I’ll be happy to carry you.” The drink is set aside once more and he cradled Huaisang’s chin, looking him in the eyes with all the affection he can muster. He holds that gaze for a short while and then swoops back in to claim those lips and kiss the other man breathless.
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It's not something Huaisang can understand. He drinks heavily and constantly, but to him alcohol is something for pleasure and fun, and the goal of heavy drinking is to get silly and lose inhibitions--not consciousness. "I thought you just meant stupid drunk. Dorian..."
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It is, however, a sign that he's troubled and is just choosing to drink away anymore of those pesky feelings.
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Cupping his hands around Dorian's cheeks, Huaisang pouts at him in hopes of persuading Dorian to yield.
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“If you insist on spoiling me, I won’t object.”
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"I do insist on spoiling you. I love spoiling you."
Getting up, Huaisang tugs at Dorian's hand to lure him upstairs. "Bath first or just the massage?"
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"Do you now?" That's touching and it doesn't feel like it should be. He feels he should be pampered more, but he never considered that someone might actually enjoy doing that. Dorian comes along up the stairs with little prompting, though he humors Huaisang and holds his hands. "Bath first. You'll be joining me, yes?"
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His hands work over Dorian's clothing as he talks, stripping him efficiently--with a few stray gropes and caresses along the way.
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“I don’t need anything material. You’re the only one that lavishes such things on me,” He leans to press kisses against Huaisang’s neck. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I look good in anything you give me and I only eat out with you.”
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"Wait, who cooks in your house?" Brow furrowing in confusion, Huaisang leans up and kisses him in return, then starts to strip off his own clothing.
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Dorian looks over Huaisang’s body with appreciation and sighs, warm and comfortable near the bath and in the other man’s presence.
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Testing the water before he climbs in, Huaisang gets in near the foot of the tub, kneeling comfortably so that he will be facing Dorian as he climbs in at the head. He increases the heat just a little, then reaches for the liquid soap and a fluffy natural sponge, starting to luxuriantly massage soap over Dorian's chest and down his belly.
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The thought of food aside, the mage sighs as he sinks into the warm water and watches Huaisang through heavily-lidded eyes as soap is lathered and massaged over his bronze skin.
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