[Jamie never disappoints in his performance, and though Dorian luxuriates over his cocktail, he also reaches between his legs to adjust himself, letting his palm drag over the length of his erection, hissing slightly. His gaze never wavers from Jamie's form. When Jamie's trousers fly toward him, he laughs, keeping the cocktail in one hand and abandoning his cock to catch the garment.]
Your wardrobe never fails to impress, Jamie darling. What a beautiful frame that makes for your eager cock.
[His attention lingers at Jamie's groin a moment, trousers dangling from his fingers. Then he meets Jamie's eyes and lets the trousers fall, lifting his glass to drain nearly all of it.]
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Your wardrobe never fails to impress, Jamie darling. What a beautiful frame that makes for your eager cock.
[His attention lingers at Jamie's groin a moment, trousers dangling from his fingers. Then he meets Jamie's eyes and lets the trousers fall, lifting his glass to drain nearly all of it.]