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Dorian closes the door to his apartment with a heavy sigh. As soon as he walks into the apartment, he shrugs off his coat and groans.
His day at work was nothing less than tortuous. His co-worker called out of work, causing him to have to take even more orders than he usually does. The waiters kept ringing in slightly edited orders, the other cooks were all either high or crying in the freezer, and if he had to cook one more goddamn skirt steak he might drown himself in the dishwasher.
Dorian fumbles for the light switch for a moment, and screws his eyes shut when he flicks it on.
“Lord Nihilus?” Dorian calls out. Nihilus peeks his head out of the stairway before he trots down the stairs, dark hair bouncing on his shoulders as he does so. (Probably the product of Dorian managing to wash his hair in something other than the tears of virgins, or whatever,)
“Welcome home, Dorian. How was work?” Dorian grimaces, thinking back on his work day.
“It was… certainly a day. I hope you weren’t too bored while I was gone?” He walks into the kitchen and sets his bag on the counter. Nihilus follows gracefully. Dorian takes a moment to appreciate the view.
Nihilus has always been… put together. Formal. almost posh . It took weeks of convincing to wrangle him into casual clothing– only giving in when Dorian pointed out how uncomfortable it was to cuddle with his armour on. So, whenever he sees him like this; unkempt and comfortable? Dressed in high waisted sweat pants and a sweater? He can't help but gush a little. His long messy hair mussed with something other than sleep, probably just laying in bed, but it still makes Dorian's heart clench with how much Nihilus has changed in the little over a year they’ve known each other. (Since Nihilus has known Dorian , at least,)
Nihilus’ catlike movements and lean limbs always made him look graceful. He could trip over his feet backwards and Dorian wouldstill probably swoon, as Val had pointed out many times before. His hair and skin were both so dark they glittered blue in the light. Seeing him without his mask was certainly a sight to get used to as well. And don’t get Dorian started on his waist– Dorian couldn’t get over that no matter how many times he’s wrapped his hands around it.
His more inhuman qualities, save for the dark skin and hair, were also beautiful. His eyes were a bright glowing white, like two pearls instead of eyes. Everytime Dorian looks into them they almost don’t seem like eyes, but like a whole other dimension. Honestly, they probably are, but Dorian just thinks that they’re pretty.
“I wish you wouldn’t leave during the day, but I understand the necessity,” Nihilus drawls, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Mm. I do too,” Nihilus steps closer again, tucking a piece of brunet hair behind Dorian’s ear. Dorian’s hand comes to meet his, and holds it softly against his cheek. He sighs into the touch. “The ‘ I wish you didn’t leave’ part , that is,” He clarifies.
“I missed you,” Nihilus admitted, grabbing softly onto the collar of Dorian’s shirt with his other hand. He leaned in, pressing their bodies into each other, and tucking his masked face into the crook of Dorian’s neck. “Did you miss me as well?”
Dorian scoffs in amusement at his behavior and wraps his fingers in Nihilus’ long hair.
“Of course I did, Lord Nihilus,”
“Good. Do you have to go again tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sadly.” Dorian frowns and tugs gently on Nihilus’ hair, pulling his face out of his neck. He hooks a finger under the ivory mask and looks into Nihilus’ bright eye, “Can I?”
Nihilus hums in approval and Dorian tugs off the mask, setting it on the kitchen counter. He immediately feels lips press chastly against his and sighs into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. He cards his fingers through the silky strands of hair, tugging lightly just how he knows he likes it. Nihilus tilts his head to deepen the kiss, lips parting against Dorian’s and tongue slipping into his mouth. They both sigh into the contact, relieved to be together again after what felt like ages apart.
Nihilus’ tongue licks deeper into his mouth, his jaw working roughly to get as much of Dorian’s taste as possible. Dorian’s eyebrows pinch together and he can feel his face getting hot. The hand Nihilus kept on his cheeks slides to the nape of his neck to press their lips firmer together.
Dorian begins to gasp for air during the kiss, whimpering out little exhales as often as he can. He begins to tug on Nihilus’ hair again, which spurs him on even more. Nihilus licks into his mouth with fervor, being careful not to accidentally pierce his tongue with his sharp teeth. Dorian opens his mouth a bit wide and gives up on trying to keep up with Nihilus’ inhuman pace.
Nihilus pauses his rough kissing to slightly peck the corner of his mouth, and nips his bottom lip, soothing the sting with his pointed tongue as he slips it back past the seam of Dorian’s lips once more.
After a while, Nihilus finally parts their lips and Dorian gasps for breath, flushed in the face.
“Jesus… Christ…” He breathes out shakily.
“Ah, my apologies, Dorian,” Nihilus’ eyebrows furrowed together, his dark face pinching into a nervous expression, “I forgot that humans need to… ah- breath , more often than deities do,”
“No, no, it’s alright, just… unexpected is all,” Dorian replies immediately, a bit dazed. His eyes dart all over Nihilus’ face. “You really missed me that much?”
Nihilus hums in agreement, nosing against Dorian’s neck. He drags his lips across the skin of his throat, and his fingers make quick work of unbuttoning the top few buttons of Dorian’s shirt.
Dorian tips his head back to allow more access to his neck, and shivers at the contact. Never would he have thought that Nihilus– Lord Nihilus, king of the dark, ruler of hope and despair, deity and sole inhabitant of the void – would be clinging onto him and pouting about him having work the next day.
When they first met, Dorian almost thought it was a dream. He knows now that, obviously, it’s not, but moments like these still feel unreal. Everytime he interlaces their fingers, and he sees the contrast of his pale skin with the blackness of Nihilus’, he double-takes. When Nihilus picks him up effortlessly, despite his thin frame, he can’t help but freeze in shock. The fact that he has an actual god , holding onto his hips, mouthing against his neck– that’s just crazy to think about.
As if sensing his distraction from his current situation, Nihilus nips at his pulse point, eliciting a surprised gasp from Dorian.
“Dorian, pay attention for me, dearest.” Nihilus murmurs against his skin. A lean thigh slip between his, effectively grounding him in the moment. Dorian lets a shaky exhale escape his lips at the contact to his slowly hardening cock.
“Nihilus–” Nihilus tsks in response, sucking a bruise into the skin just beneath Dorian’s jawline.
“That’s not what you call me, Love,”
“ My Lord , please, can we not do this in the kitchen?” Nihilus huffs out a laugh in response, and separates from his neck with a pop. Dorian moves a hand up to feel at the forming bruises on his neck.
“You’re right, my apologies. I was very excited to see you,” Nihilus tucks a hair behind his ear bashfully.
“As I, you,” Dorian breaths in response as they make their way up the stairs and into the dark bedroom.
Nihilus snaps his fingers, blue sparks bursting from the tips and fading away into nothingness. All the lights in the room flicker to life, before dimming to a smoldering golden shine that envelopes the room with warmth. Dorian watches with an awestruck expression before the tight feeling in his pants and the hand tugging him towards the bed remind him of why they’re here in the first place.
Nihilus pushes him against the bed and plants his hands on either side of Dorian's head. He hunches over the bed, putting a knee back between Dorian's thighs. He reconnects their lips, apparently intent on sucking the life out of him. A hand runs down Dorians side, the feather light touch making him heady. Nihilus begins to unbutton his shirt again, leaning back on his knee to inspect the bruises and marks on his neck.
Dorian must look kind of a mess. Rumpled shirt unbuttoned, hair messy and face flushed, but Nihilus doesn’t seem to mind.
“Beautiful,” Doesn’t mind at all . Dorian’s stomach curls at the praise. Nihilus tugs his shirt off of him, and begins unbuckling his belt. His lips press softly against Dorian’s collar bone, leaving a flurry of kisses down to his chest.
Nihilus pauses in trying to undress him to pinch his nipples gently. Dorian’s eyes shut again and he sighs at the touch. Nihilus tugs a bit at one of his nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from Dorian, who opens his eyes to see– and feel– Nihilus closing his mouth around one.
“Lord Nihilus,” Dorian gasps,
Nihilus hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t let up. He tugs Dorian's pants down, and slinks off the bed onto his knees in front of Dorian’s spread legs. His pants and boxers fall around his ankles, his half-hard cock standing lazily in the air. Nihilus kisses down past his naval and throws his legs over his shoulders. Nihilus begins kissing at his thighs. All over them. All over the soft pale skin, and all over the thin, white lines that lay in erratic slashes on the skin.
Suddenly, Dorian is nervous. He sits up and puts a hand on Nihilus’ forehead to stop him from kissing. His stomach drops. Panic thrums through every nerve. He knows Nihilus wouldn’t care about his scars– in fact Nihilus seems to love people's scars, something about embracing your past and a badge of honor– but the fear of Nihilus thinking they’re ugly, or shameful outweighs any rational thought.
“Wait- um, are you sure you want to kiss there?” He asks shakily. Nihilus tilts his head to the side in confusion, kind of like a dog.
“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?” Dorian curses himself in his head for saying anything.
“Um, nevermind, keep going,”
“No, Dorian, if you are uncomfortable I’d prefer it if you told me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I pushed you to do something you didn’t want,” Nihilus says sternly,
Uncomfortable? Don't want it? Dorian hasn’t heard anything so ridiculous. Of course he wants this, he loves the kissing, the praise, all of it. Just… He doesn’t want it to stop if Nihilus doesn’t like the scars. Hell– Dorian doesn’t like them. Memories of sitting on a cold tile floor with blood running down his arms and legs snake their way into his mind. White-hot shame replaces the comfortable warmth of Nihilus’ skin on his.
Distantly, he registers Nihilus rising from his knees and leaning back over him. Nihilus tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and cradles his cheek with a cold hand.
“Dorian? Love? Are you with me?” Dorian blinks a few times and looks into his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry I just… Didn’t you see them?”
“See what?” Dorian raises an eyebrow, “Oh, your scars?” Dorian recoils a bit but nods.
“Of course I saw them, I was kissing them,” His eyebrows furrow together in concern " Oh, Dorian, is that what made you uncomfortable? I apologize, I didn’t mean to do that,” Dorian’s eyes widen.
“N-No! No, I like it when you kiss me. I just–” He looks away, voice suddenly growing quieter– “Didn’t want you to think they were ugly, is all. It’s stupid, I’m sorry for ruining the mood,” Nihilus lightly smacks his thigh.
“Don’t be sorry, Dorian. And you didn’t ruin anything, I knew you didn’t like these scars and let it slip my mind. It’s my fault, and I apologize. But I do not hate them or find them ugly ,” He spits out the last part like it’s a disgusting idea, and rubs his thumb over Dorian’s cheekbone tenderly, “They’re part of you, and I love every part of you, is that understood?”
“Y-yeah,” Dorian nods “I understand. I’m sor-”
“Dorian Blackwood if you say ‘I’m sorry’ one more time I will curse your entire family,” He pauses, “Well- I won’t. that was hyperbole, but I will be upset,”
Dorian huffs out a shaky laugh.
“Okay, okay, I understand. You can…” He trails off a bit before continuing, “Keep going, if you still want to,” Nihilus scoffs,
“Of course I want to, do you?”
“Yeah?” He smiles. Nihilus sinks back onto his knees. He reaches to his left into the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, putting Dorian’s legs back over his shoulders.
“And you know I love you?” Dorians breath catches in his throat
“Yes, My Lord,”
“Good boy,” Dorian almost dies, but his half-hard dick, now fully erect, catches Nihilus’ attention. He wraps his hand around the shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps. Dorian’s breath hitches and he lies back down, leaving Nihilus to do what he wants. Pillow princess, much? His inner Val tells him.
Nihilus brings the tip down to his lips, and circles his thumb over the head. Hot pre-come dribbles out of the slit. His pointed tongue flicks over the tip, getting a taste. Dorian’s jaw falls slack as he stares at Nihilus’ face with wide, glassy eyes.
His eyes are half-lidded, hair tucked behind one ear, lips pressed barely against the tip of Dorian’s dick. He circles his thumb over the angry, red head a few more times, smearing the pearly liquid all over it. His cheeks hollow and he slowly sinks down the shaft, drawing a breathy moan out of Dorian.
“Nihilus…” Dorian whispers, Nihilus smacks his outer-thigh, the crack of the impact startling Dorian more than the actual sting. Dorian whimpers, turning his head to the side on the mattress, lying limp against the cushion. “At least get off your– ah, your knees. Please?”
Nihilus comes off of his cock with an audible pop, licking his lips.
“Alright, Love,” They shuffle properly onto the bed, Dorian laying his head on the pillow, hands laying on either side of his head. He sits up on his elbows to watch Nihilus settle between his legs, adjusting them on his shoulders and squeezing some lube onto his long, slender fingers. Dorian swallows in anticipation. “Are you sure you’re okay to continue?”
“Yeah,” Dorian nods quickly, “Yes, please, Lord, I want it. I want you,” Nihilus visibly shivers, and Dorian feels a bit smug at being able to make him react like that. Not used to dirty talk, he imagines. 500 or so years dry in the void will do that to you.
“Alright, I’m just warming it up a little. It might, um, take a while,” He chuckles nervously. Nihilus’ body temperature is a bit lower than a human’s, so it makes sense, Dorian supposes. He only responds with a fond eyeroll and a smile. Nihilus pushes him down onto the pillow again, and his hands fall back into place on either side of his head.
“Stay there, okay? No need to move at all,” He smiles sweetly, almost innocently, “Lay there and I’ll take care of you, Dearest,” Nihilus presses a chaste kiss on his hip bone and wraps his lips back around Dorian’s cock. He sinks all the way down to the base, nose pressing against dark curly hairs, neatly trimmed. He bobs his head up and down on Dorian’s dick, effectively deep-throating him.
Dorian screws his eyes shut and tries his best to relax when he feels a slick finger press against the rim of his asshole. A single finger presses through his entrance all the way up until the knuckle, where it slides back out, and back in slowly.
He continues to pump his finger in and out of Dorian’s hole until his finger slips in with little resistance. He pauses to grab the lube once more, and lubes his fingers again. He slips in a second slender finger, pumping them in and out slowly. Dorian chokes out a broken moan, eyes fluttering open to look at him.
“Lord Nihilus…” He moans, eyebrows furrowing together.
“Is this okay, Dove?” Nihilus droans, scissoring his fingers inside of him to stretch him out. Dorian moans in agreement, but Nihilus only tsks and applies another kitten lick to the top of his dick. “I need you to say it, Dearest. Or else I might have to stop,” Dorian whines, but replies anyways;
“Yes, it’s– ahh– it feels good,” Nihilus smiles and sinks down on Dorian’s cock. The feeling of Nihilus inside of him, and around him making him keen and buck his hips up. “Oh my god, Lord Nihilus! Please, I need you–”
Nihilus curls his two fingers inside of him, searching for something, and smiles triumphantly when Dorian’s thighs twitch and he chokes on a surprised moan. Nihilus massages his prostate lightly, humming around Dorian’s cock. Dorian grinds his hips down against the pressure, jaw hanging slack around breathy moans.
“H-how did you find it so quickly?” Each word comes out strained, and his muscles tense with the effort it takes not to moan mid-sentence. Nihilus hums once more, the vibration making him shudder.
Nihilus jams his fingers against Dorian’s prostate once more, and Dorian writhes, not being able to do anything. He chokes out throaty moans and throws his head back, the overwhelming sensation sends white-hot pleasure through his veins. His body is thrumming with electricity, unable to do anything but lie back and moan desperately, due to Nihilus’ orders to keep still.
Nihilus sinks down to the base of his shaft, giving him a harsh suck, making a sound low in his throat as Dorian cries out in surprise, back arching into a perfect bow. His hands curl into tight fists and his eyebrows pinch together in concentration.
“Jesus– Lord Nihilus , ah! P- please–” Nihilus sucks harshly once more, rubbing circles around Dorian's prostate with– three fingers? Dorian can’t seem to remember when he slipped another in, but he can't bring himself to care when all he’s thinking about is how hard he’s trying not to come.
Nihilus’ free hand, which was previously rubbing soothing circles into Dorian’s hip, reaches under the base of Dorian’s cock, running a finger over his balls. Dorian mewls, strained and loud as Nihilus fondles his balls. Nihilus begins to thrust his three fingers in and out of Dorian hard and fast, each time they slide over the swollen bud of his prostate Dorian can feel his cock twitch in Nihilus’ throat. Nihilus bobs his head once more, up and down and up and down until Dorian’s toes curl with the effort not to cream down his throat.
“My Lord! I’m ganna come, I- I’m ganna come, please, I–”
Dorian thrashes in Nihilus’ unmovable hold, head whipping from side to side, desperate to divert some of the energy that’s about to crash down onto him. A fuzzy feeling curls in his gut, getting more and more intense the longer Nihilus goes on.
“Nihilus– Lord Nihilus– Oh God, oh God, oh God , oh! –” A whine is ripped out of Dorian, desperate and high-pitched as every muscle in his body tenses and relaxes in waves. His back arches once more, his head presses against the pillow, hips canting at the throbbing pleasure that thrums through his entire body. His eyes flutter closed as the intense thrum dissolves into pleasurable tingling.
He whimpers as Nihilus swallows around him, distantly realizing that he must’ve come down his throat. Three slick fingers slip out of his entrance with a lewd squelch ! Nihilus leans back on his knees, holding onto Dorian's hips with a bruising grip. Dorian pants, trying to catch his breath as the twitching subsides from his– rather violent– orgasm.
“Was that okay?” Nihilus asks, his voice raspy from deepthroating Dorian.
“Yeah, that was– wow ,” Dorian whispers, “But what about you? You’re hard, right?”
“Of course I am, look at you,” Nihilus scoffs, almost offended at the idea of not being aroused,
“Well, what I mean is– how are you going to get off?”
“Oh, you didn’t think we were done, did you?” Nihilus raises a skeptical eyebrow, and pulls his shirt off over his head, exposing his smooth, dark chest, “You can come again for me, can’t you, Dove?” Dorian swallows, mouth going dry. He keeps his eyes trained on Nihilus’ face, nodding frantically.
“Y-Yes, My Lord,” He breathes. Nihilus’ eyes crinkle with a proud smile, and he runs a hand through Dorian’s brunette locks, damp with sweat,
“There’s my good boy. You truly are my favorite follower, you know? The prettiest, too,” Dorian’s world spins, and he feels his face flush redder than before.
“Really? I-I’m your favorite?” He chews on his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Oh, yes. My favorite human. Such a pretty little thing…” Nihilus cradles his jaw in his clean hand, swiping a thumb over Dorian’s torn lip, “I love seeing you like this. You look so ruined already, Darling, are you sure you’ll be able to handle my dick?” He fains concern, eyes glinting mischievously at Dorian’s pout.
“Lord Nihilus– please, I need it so bad, I need your cock, please , please –” Dorian’s eyes get wetter and wetter the more he pleads, and Nihilus’ expression softens.
“Alright, Dearest, one second, I need to get undressed,” Nihilus laughs softly at Dorian's impatient huff.
Nihilus sits back on his butt, tugging his sweatpants off and throwing them into the floor. He looks at them sheepishly.
“My apologies, I’ll pick those up once we are finished,”
Dorian shudders at the side of Nihilus’ hard cock. It’s big, definitely bigger than his at least. It’s the same glossy black as his skin, but the tip is flushed a lighter blue, pearly pre-come dripping out of the head and onto the sheets underneath them. Nihilus has a hand wrapped around it, leaning against Dorian, with a hand on his hip to keep him still. Dorian continues to stare at the heavy cock, swallowing at the thought of that going inside of him .
“S’ big,” He murmurs, eyes wide, lips parted. Nihilus blushes– he thinks– and averts his eyes. Dorian looks at the barbed ridge that travels up to the head from the base, cock twitching from where it lay hardening against his stomach again.
Nihilus opens the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He curls his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. His sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip and he groans, deep in his throat at the much needed relief. After spreading the lube over his dick enough, he presses the tip against Dorian’s rim, not pushing it in quite yet. Dorian’s entrance contracts and relaxes as he tries to prepare himself for Nihilus’ monster of a dick.
“Lord Nihilus, please, I’m ready, ple– Ah!” Dorian’s hazel eyes roll into the back of his head and flutter shut, back arching as he gasps.
He feels like he’s being speared open, just from the first couple inches as Nihilus slowly sinks into his tight heat. Nihilus bottoms out with a groan. His bruising grip on Dorian’s hips eases up a little bit when he slowly slips out.
“Beautiful… You’re so handsome, my Love. You’re taking me so well, let me know if you need to stop at any time, alright?” Dorian can only nod frantically, chest heaving as he tries desperatly to relax and let him in smoothly.
This time, Dorian can feel each barb pop out of his rim, and on the slow thrust back in, his chest heaves just at the feeling of each piece of flesh catching on the tight ring of muscle.
The head of Nihilus’ cock goes deeper than his sensitive prostate, and the friction it gives makes Dorian’s mouth open and close around a silent cry. The pace is slow and tender at first, mostly just Nihilus making sure he won’t accidentally tear anything, but once he starts to increase the speed, Dorian just about screams.
He cries out with each smack of Nihilus’ hips against his ass, and moans with each slide of flesh against the swollen nub of his prostate. Nihilus’ eyes are screwed shut in concentration, eyebrows pinched together for the same reason. How his lip isn’t bleeding from how harshly he’s biting it, Dorian doesn’t know.
“Nngh – Nihilus! Nihilus! Nihilus–”
“Darling– mn–” He chokes out a groan as Dorian tightens around him at the petname, “I don’t know what you want. You can tell me, can’t you?” He moves a gentle hand up to Dorians face, cupping his cheek. Dorian’s eyes flutter closed, sobs escaping his lips. Nihilus swipes a tear away with his thumb.
“Can’t– I can’t , please, please Lord Nihilus –!”
“Come on, Dorian. Tell me what you need, Dove.” Nihilus continues the brutal pace. Dorians hands weakly wrap around Nihilus’ wrist, hips canting in a desperate attempt to push himself over the edge once more, “You know I’d– hah– do anything for you,” Nihilus coos breathlessly,
“Let me come– please, I’ll be a good boy, so please–” Dorian’s sobs rack his body, thighs trembling from where they are pressed against his stomach. Nihilus makes a low rumbling sound in his throat in his throat, and shivers.
“I know you will, Dove. You really want to come?” Dorian whines and nods his head frantically, more tears rolling down his cheeks.
The first time he cried during sex, Nihilus practically had an aneurism, if he remembers correctly. Dorian spent ten minutes trying to coak him back into fucking him, explaining that no , he wasn’t in pain, he was just overwhelmed. Yes , he’s okay to continue, and no , he wasn’t mad at him for stopping.
“Use your words,” Nihilus scolds. Dorian sobs again, and his hands fly to Nihilus’ shoulders, nails digging into the dark flesh, “Your voice is so pretty, I want you to speak,”
“Can’t–”
“What? Poor thing can’t ask his master to come?” Dorian cries out, his shriek morphing into a pathetic sob.
“I can– I can I promise, please , just- just let me come !” Nihilus grins and pumps his cock in and out of him at the same steady rate. He lowers his hand from Dorian’ face, tracing an invisible line down his neck and ribcage, the V of his hips, until he reaches Dorian’s hard cock.
He flicks the head softly, Making Dorian wail desperately. Pre-come practically pours out of the slit, his tip flushes a dark red. He curls his fist around the throbbing dick, and begins to pump, up and down. Dorian arches his back beautifully, eyes widening, and jaw falling open in a strangled wail as he comes.
Thick ropes of hot cum spurt out of his cock in arches, landing on his stomach with a wet slap. Nihilus watches, echanted, as Dorian comes down from the high of his orgasm. Shudders wrack his body and he sniffles, whimpering in oversensitivity as Nihilus continues to fuck into him.
“God– so gorgeous,” Nihilus drawls,
Nihilus puts a hand over his mouth, muffling his choked out groan. Dorian keens at the sticky feeling filling him up, and pouring out. Nihilus doesn’t stop yet, though. He thrusts back in, effectively stuffing the cum inside of him, trapping it deep inside of his hole.
“W-What are you doing..?!” Dorian mewls, body twitching hard with each barb that catches on his abused prostate.
“I want it inside of you, for the morning,” He clarifies.
If Dorian could get hard again, he would probably be rock solid right now, but instead he just moans weakly, hands clenching and unclenching shakily.
“Okay, okay, stop please, I- I really can’t take anymore, okay?” Nihilus pouts, but complies, pulling out with a lewd squelch . His cock is covered in slick and cum, and Dorian’s mouth waters.
His cock gives a weak twitch, and he really hopes Nihilus couldn’t see it. Of course, his hopes are shot down when Nihilus looks up at him with a smile.
“Oh? Are you sure you don’t want to lick it clean, Dove?”
“N-no, let’s save that for the morning, right?” Dorian sweatdrops and smiles sheepishly. Nihilus nods, raising his eyebrows in thought, before saying,
“You have work tomorrow morning, do you not?” Dorian’s eyes widen, and his brows pinch together, “Well, unless you are able to call out? And spend the day at home with me?” Nihilus blinks at him. Dorian only sighs with a fond smile and nods.
“Alright, I’ll call out. Now– can we go clean up? I really don’t want to go to sleep covered in sweat and… em- other fluids,” Nihilus chuckles and clambers off of him, onto his feet.
“Yes, we may go clean up. Will you join me in the bathroom?” He turns to walk towards the ensuit bathroom, opening the door and turning back at him.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” Dorian calls after him. When Nihilus walks out of the room, Dorian gushes. He lays back on the matress, and kicks his feet in the air for a few seconds, giggling like a school girl.
He really is in love.
‘And spend the day at home with me?’
He might replay that single, casual sentance over and over again in his head until he manages to marry him. How he’ll go about legally marrying the god of the void, he doesn’t know, but gods and laws be damned he’ll find a way.
Dorian slowly swings his legs off the bed, standing with a horrible quiver in his legs. He feels lively after two orgasms, but also kind of like he’s going to pass out. And so, with a pink flush over his cheeks and a cheesy smile on his face, he joins Nihilus in the bathroom.
‘ ...home with me? ’
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