“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.
"I like indulging you," Huaisang assures him, eyes sparkling as he happily spoils his lover. "If I am the only one who spoils you by taking you out to dinner then I shall be sure to make a priority of it. You deserve every indulgence, my sweet mage."
The sponge caresses once down the length of Dorian's cock, then lifts away, scrubbing down one thigh to knee to shin and then lifting his foot so that Huaisang can wash between each of the toes in turn.
Dorian leans back against the tub slightly as that sponge makes his passes over his cock and down his thigh. The smile on his face is slight, more eyes than the curl of his lips, watching in equal parts adoration and contentment when Huaisang cleans him.
“Why should I deserve such spoiling, hm? Not that I’m complaining.” A deep sigh and the mage watches through heavily-lidded eyes.
"Because you are sweet and loyal and you love me," Huaisang replies, lifting the other foot to give it the same attention and then working his way up from there. "And therefore you deserve every pleasure and indulgence."
When he reaches the top of Dorian's thigh, Huaisang lifts Dorian's cock with a gentle hand, then caresses the sponge under it, very gently massaging at his balls and then lifting them in turn so that he can massage the sponge against Dorian's perineum and back into his cleft.
“Hah, I’ve never been called loyal before, but you’re right. I do love you and this, being sweet on you comes naturally, I’m afraid.” He rather likes being viewed as something wicked or dangerous and admired from a distance, approached and doted on by those worthy and brave enough to handle him and his overwhelming handsomeness.
The compliments keep him still and satiated as he lounges in the hot water and Huaisang’s company, just enjoying the intimate mixture of hands and sponge. “Ha... “ Lazy blinks accompany that pleasured sigh and despite himself, Dorian can feel his cock stiffening slightly at the attention.
"I'm glad. I like your sweetness to me, and I would find it most tragic if you ever ceased spoiling me with sweetness." Letting the sponge float away, Huaisang rested his head on Dorian's shoulder, cuddling close as he starts to caress light fingertips up the shaft of Dorian's cock. "It seems I've gotten a rise out of you..."
"Even if I did it just to see you pout?" Dorian teases, as he reaches up to slide fingers over those intricate and ever-present braids. The gentle touch of fingers intentionally sliding up the length of his cock draws a slight shiver from the mage and he stares down adoringly at Huaisang.
"So it would seem." He'll let Huaisang decide what he wants to do with it, what manner of attention he feels Dorian deserves. Tending to his length could be part of the massage, or he could help the mage find release so he would be completely bone-less beneath that adoring touch.
"Only as long as you were immediately won over by my pout and you spoiled me all the more to make up for it," Huaisang insists, pouting a bit at the thought of being denied like that!
Nestling close, Huaisang strokes him slow and steady, enjoying being able to offer pleasure to his lover and attentive to his every reaction. His eyes watch Dorian's face with a fond smile. "Feel good, amatus?"
"Won over by your pout, hah." Dorian beams, eyes closed and simply enjoying the thought of that pout and the frustration that would come with being denied his sweet attention. Of course he adores Huaisang, but he isn't so easily swayed by his pouting and crying, he just finds such things adorable and amusing.
"I'll certainly try to spoil you." But at the moment, he's rather enraptured by the pleasure of the warm water and the hand slowly working over his cock. "Yes..."
"You do well at it. Most of the time." Huaisang kisses his cheek playfully, teasing him for a moment with a light caress around the head before he returns to a firm, steady stroke, wanting simply to melt his lover with pleasure.
“Of course, I didn’t spoil anyone back home.” Wandering the countryside, fighting and generally being a companion in the Inquisition didn’t allow for many opportunities.
Dorian lifts his hips slightly at the steady pump of Huaisang’s hand and closes his eyes.
"Who else do you spoil here?" Huaisang lifts a brow curiously. He's not the jealous sort, as Dorian well knows, but he still enjoys being the best or the favorite lover, at least in certain categories. Most Fun, Cutest, Prettiest, or Best Ass are all perfectly acceptable categories in his mind. Most Spoiled would also be a pleasant title.
“Aside from you, just Rhys. But not nearly to the extent that I spoil you.” That’s primarily because he’s not sure how the other man would take the same type of spoiling. It’s not something he really dwells on, not while Huaisang is still touching him.
"Good. I like being the most spoiled." Huaisang grins wickedly, sitting up to kiss Dorian while he continues stroking him, focusing on his lover's pleasure rather than conversation until he can bring him to a climax. Then he snuggles close again, arm over Dorian's chest as he recovers. "Whenever you're ready, we can move to the bed for your massage."
At that response, Dorian opens his eyes, watching Husaisang through his dark lashes, only shutting them again when the pleasure is too much. He comes, trembling from the racing of his heart and once he's content to lay there until he feels the high from orgasm start to fade.
A bath, orgasm and a massage? It's almost as if Huaisang knows that he intends to leave. Sure he wasn't going to leave anytime soon, but now he's not so sure he'll even be able to stay awake. Best to not linger too long in the warm water.
"I'm ready." Dorian responds softly, moving to stand and climb out of the tub.
Nodding once Dorian starts to shift, Huaisang climbs out of the water and fetches towels, wrapping one around himself quickly and then attending to Dorian to dry him off.
They've both had an exhausting night--and an exhausting few days--and Huaisang wants nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, especially once he's soothed Dorian's heart and body enough that his lover will be able to sleep.
Drawing him toward the bedroom, Huaisang settles on his knees on the bed, drawing a vanilla scented massage oil from his drawer and warming it briefly between his hands. "You look melty with pleasure already."
He's seconds away from yawning and masks it easily when he breathes in the warm, vanilla scent.
“I am already melty with pleasure.” Alright, so he might drift off for a bit with Huaisang in his arms, but it would be impossible to leave anytime soon.
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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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The sponge caresses once down the length of Dorian's cock, then lifts away, scrubbing down one thigh to knee to shin and then lifting his foot so that Huaisang can wash between each of the toes in turn.
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“Why should I deserve such spoiling, hm? Not that I’m complaining.” A deep sigh and the mage watches through heavily-lidded eyes.
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When he reaches the top of Dorian's thigh, Huaisang lifts Dorian's cock with a gentle hand, then caresses the sponge under it, very gently massaging at his balls and then lifting them in turn so that he can massage the sponge against Dorian's perineum and back into his cleft.
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The compliments keep him still and satiated as he lounges in the hot water and Huaisang’s company, just enjoying the intimate mixture of hands and sponge. “Ha... “ Lazy blinks accompany that pleasured sigh and despite himself, Dorian can feel his cock stiffening slightly at the attention.
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"So it would seem." He'll let Huaisang decide what he wants to do with it, what manner of attention he feels Dorian deserves. Tending to his length could be part of the massage, or he could help the mage find release so he would be completely bone-less beneath that adoring touch.
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Nestling close, Huaisang strokes him slow and steady, enjoying being able to offer pleasure to his lover and attentive to his every reaction. His eyes watch Dorian's face with a fond smile. "Feel good, amatus?"
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"I'll certainly try to spoil you." But at the moment, he's rather enraptured by the pleasure of the warm water and the hand slowly working over his cock. "Yes..."
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Dorian lifts his hips slightly at the steady pump of Huaisang’s hand and closes his eyes.
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A bath, orgasm and a massage? It's almost as if Huaisang knows that he intends to leave. Sure he wasn't going to leave anytime soon, but now he's not so sure he'll even be able to stay awake. Best to not linger too long in the warm water.
"I'm ready." Dorian responds softly, moving to stand and climb out of the tub.
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They've both had an exhausting night--and an exhausting few days--and Huaisang wants nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, especially once he's soothed Dorian's heart and body enough that his lover will be able to sleep.
Drawing him toward the bedroom, Huaisang settles on his knees on the bed, drawing a vanilla scented massage oil from his drawer and warming it briefly between his hands. "You look melty with pleasure already."
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“I am already melty with pleasure.” Alright, so he might drift off for a bit with Huaisang in his arms, but it would be impossible to leave anytime soon.
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