"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.
Nudging his lover onto his stomach, Huaisang straddles his waist and spills some of the oil onto his back, starting to expertly massage it into his muscles. He takes his time, wanting to spoil Dorian as much as possible and to dissolve his lover entirely with contentment. Seeking out tension in the muscles, Huaisang unravels those knots with deft hands.
He lays down onto his stomach with very little guidance and the weight of Huaisang on top of him is already warm and comfortable enough to get him closing his eyes. Groans of pleasure leave him each time those hands work at a particularly tense spot and then he’s sinking down into the mattress and beginning to fall asleep.
Huaisang’s name leaves him in an exhale and eventually his breathing evens out.
Huaisang slows and eases his massage once he can tell Dorian's asleep. Pleased to have the triumph of getting his lover to sleep without the need for an excess of alcohol, Huaisang wipes his hands clean, pulls up the blankets over them both, and snuggles close to Dorian's side to sleep, content in the knowledge that his lover is soothed.
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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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Nudging his lover onto his stomach, Huaisang straddles his waist and spills some of the oil onto his back, starting to expertly massage it into his muscles. He takes his time, wanting to spoil Dorian as much as possible and to dissolve his lover entirely with contentment. Seeking out tension in the muscles, Huaisang unravels those knots with deft hands.
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Huaisang’s name leaves him in an exhale and eventually his breathing evens out.
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