[It's hard enough for Dorian to resist temptation on his best behavior. He's far from his best behavior tonight, and Jamie is always a temptation.
When Jamie's head hits his shoulder, he dips his own to drag his tongue up Jamie's neck, laughing softly at the attempts to move his hands. He slides them higher instead, up under Jamie's shirt.]
That's not even slightly true, and we both know it.
[He could easily give Jamie what he wants, slip his hand lower and finally bring him to completion, but he's worked too hard for this to be over so quickly.]
I'm desperate for you, [he confesses, quietly breathless after the tease of Dorian's tongue up his neck. Having his warm hands beneath his shirt is no better than having them below his waist and Jamie shivers in Dorian's arms.]
I'm all finished here... do I have to wait longer? Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything.
[Dangerous propositions, but Jamie has never half-assed anything. He bites his lip and presses back against Dorian. What has his boss been doing all night? Has he taken care of himself at all once Jamie was out of sight? Or has Dorian been waiting just as long as he has?]
[Dorian keeps his composure right until Jamie moves against him. It drags a low moan from him that should answer any questions Jamie has about what Dorian's been doing. He moans directly into Jamie's ear, fingers finding a nipple and pinching as he arches forward as well, hardening against Jamie's ass.]
Anything at all? [The offer dares him to be cruel.] What if I want a show first?
[Satan, he's delightfully wanton. Jamie never fails to amaze Dorian with his willingness to lean into pleasure and pain both. He twists Jamie's nipple then pulls back, hands dragging over Jamie's skin slowly as they go.]
Up on the bar, Jamie dear. I want to see you dance.
[Jamie moans sharply at the wicked twist, but then he’s free and toldvto dance. He takes a deep breath before he climbs up onto the bar. Usually he’s behind closed doors when he dances, but he’s happy to show off for Dorian now.
Pain, pleasure: he’ll indulge as far as his body will let him.]
Should I be naked by the end of this dance?
[He doesn’t wait to begin, instead finding the rhythm in the music still playing; it seems loud now that the club is empty. He moves with a grace that demands attention. And it isn’t difficult at all for him to start getting dirty with it.]
[As Jamie begins to dance, Dorian steps back, leaning against the counter to watch. He loves the way Jamie moves, the comfort he has in his beautiful body. For a moment, all his focus is on Jamie, and his lips curl into a wicked smile.]
Yes, but not too quickly.
[He moves to mix himself a drink, keeping half an eye on Jamie.]
I want to finish my drink first.
[It's a challenge of sorts, for Jamie to make him drink faster.]
[Jamie bites his lip and flashes a wicked little smile. Alright, challenge accepted.
He's stripped out of this uniform more times than he can count now, usually for patrons, but often enough for Dorian, too. And he's spent time learning exactly what his boss likes and the little tricks that might get his blood pumping faster.
With little flourishes, he puts the tease in striptease; every slip of fabric is calculated yet made to look like an accident. And, bit by bit, he reveals the lingerie he's worn tonight beneath it.
He kicks his trousers at Dorian once they're off.]
[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.]
[Jamie grins when Dorian nearly downs the rest of his drink. He sinks down to the bar top and stretches himself out, elegantly poised as he lolls his head to look at Dorian.]
I thought you might like this. I've half a dozen now in different colors.
[It's spring, he's going to wear flowers. Jamie rolls carefully and gets his knees under him so he can knee up. He puts his back to Dorian and manages to be deft in the way he unsnaps the fastenings. The gauzy fabric falls as far as Jamie's arms will let it. He peers over his shoulder at Dorian with a wicked smile.]
[Dorian's eyes track the line of Jamie's form, sliding down his spine appreciatively as he sips the last of his drink and sets his glass aside.]
Your sartorial sense never fails to impress, and you know I love a good frame around something beautiful.
[Jamie understands his own beauty well enough to use it, and Dorian appreciates that as well. It's certainly relatable. He moves to the bar and slips his fingers under those straps, tugging Jamie back.]
Right here at the bar, [he says as Dorian pulls him back.] You should do it while I'm working one night, bet I'll get insane tips.
[Jamie eases back toward Dorian's touch, though he's careful not to compromise his balance or his position too much. The last thing he needs is to fall on the floor while he's trying to seduce his boss.]
[Not that Dorian has ever asked for or particularly needed Jamie's permission to do anything like that. But there's nothing wrong with making his desires known.]
Does that mean I'd have to split my tips, though?
[Jamie grins and rocks his hips toward the light touch teasing over his cock. His face gets hot and he bites his lip. He's already aching hard: he's been dying for that denied release all night, pushed high every time Dorian pulled him into a back room or his office. He tips his head, giving Dorian more access to his neck.]
[Jamie moans as wicked teeth dig against his shoulder, soothed just a moment later by the warmth of Dorian's mouth. He shivers hard and it takes him a moment to move when Dorian finally lets him go.
He gets up onto the bar and lays back, leaving himself exposed for Dorian's pleasure. He has a becoming blush on his face and one starting across his chest.]
I almost begged you to fuck me on your desk, [he confesses, eyes dark as he watches Dorian. Jamie reaches down to give himself a little stroke, just to take the edge off.]
[He's not exactly meaning to be cruel when he pauses to look Jamie over, but it's a nice bonus.]
I might have done. You're such a beautiful thing when you're desperate.
[Jamie is always beautiful, but Dorian especially likes him desperate. He climbs up onto the bar, nearly as graceful as Jamie, and reaches out to catch his hand.]
Tut tut, darling. You're coming on my cock tonight.
[Jamie pouts when Dorian takes his hand away but he doesn't resist. He looks at Dorian, full of need and wanting, and his other hand reaches to try to pull Dorian closer between his thighs.]
Then give it to me, [he quips and a wicked grin lights his face as he sidles closer.]
You've been waiting as long as I have, unless you took care of yourself every time you sent me off.
[Jamie bites his lip as Dorian pushes in, holding back a whimper of relief. His restraint doesn't last long and he gasps when Dorian's hips press up against him.]
Oh, fuck yes.
[He's learned by now to be careful about his blaspheming around Dorian and he's gotten fairly good at avoiding it.]
[Dorian whimpers himself as he attempts to hold still, drag out their mutual torment a moment longer. He can't manage it for more than a second, and when he begins o fuck Jamie it's quick and desperate.]
You always feel good, Jamie dear.
[He dips his head to kiss Jamie's throat, setting his teeth to it and holding on. He loves to see his mark on Jamie, and he loves seeing the marks of Jamie's other lovers there as well.]
[Jamie tangles his fingers in Dorian's hair as lips and teeth conspire to leave marks on his neck. He tips his head, giving Dorian as much room as he wants. Jamie loves having marks, and he certainly doesn't mind the way his other lovers get a little possessive if he shows up with bruises.
He knows Dorian delights in seeing the retaliation.
He tries to meet every thrust, urging Dorian as deep as he can get.]
[Dorian wants to drag this out for both of them, but he's far too close to the edge already. He reaches between them to touch Jamie's cock, just a teasing stroke of his fingers along the shaft.]
You're going to come with me, darling. Are you ready?
[He knows the answer already, but it's as much as he can manage to lengthen the experience.]
[Jamie trembles when Dorian touches him, offering a bare stroke.]
Fuck yes, [he gasps, grabbing at Dorian's thigh and his hip.] Dorian, please. Please--
[But he feels it building already. He's been hanging on the edge all night and there's nothing he can do to stop himself now. He whimpers as he tightens beneath Dorian, moaning his name sharply as his head falls back.]
[Dorian can't hold out against that, and he finishes just as Jamie tightens, groaning into his neck, his whole body shuddering with the intensity of it. He sucks in a breath and releases it against Jamie's skin in a laugh.]
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When Jamie's head hits his shoulder, he dips his own to drag his tongue up Jamie's neck, laughing softly at the attempts to move his hands. He slides them higher instead, up under Jamie's shirt.]
That's not even slightly true, and we both know it.
[He could easily give Jamie what he wants, slip his hand lower and finally bring him to completion, but he's worked too hard for this to be over so quickly.]
Right now, I'd say you want me quite badly.
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I'm all finished here... do I have to wait longer? Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything.
[Dangerous propositions, but Jamie has never half-assed anything. He bites his lip and presses back against Dorian. What has his boss been doing all night? Has he taken care of himself at all once Jamie was out of sight? Or has Dorian been waiting just as long as he has?]
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Anything at all? [The offer dares him to be cruel.] What if I want a show first?
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Yes, [he answers, soft and a little breathless.] I'll give you a show, just tell me what you want.
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Up on the bar, Jamie dear. I want to see you dance.
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Pain, pleasure: he’ll indulge as far as his body will let him.]
Should I be naked by the end of this dance?
[He doesn’t wait to begin, instead finding the rhythm in the music still playing; it seems loud now that the club is empty. He moves with a grace that demands attention. And it isn’t difficult at all for him to start getting dirty with it.]
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Yes, but not too quickly.
[He moves to mix himself a drink, keeping half an eye on Jamie.]
I want to finish my drink first.
[It's a challenge of sorts, for Jamie to make him drink faster.]
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He's stripped out of this uniform more times than he can count now, usually for patrons, but often enough for Dorian, too. And he's spent time learning exactly what his boss likes and the little tricks that might get his blood pumping faster.
With little flourishes, he puts the tease in striptease; every slip of fabric is calculated yet made to look like an accident. And, bit by bit, he reveals the lingerie he's worn tonight beneath it.
He kicks his trousers at Dorian once they're off.]
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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.]
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I thought you might like this. I've half a dozen now in different colors.
[It's spring, he's going to wear flowers. Jamie rolls carefully and gets his knees under him so he can knee up. He puts his back to Dorian and manages to be deft in the way he unsnaps the fastenings. The gauzy fabric falls as far as Jamie's arms will let it. He peers over his shoulder at Dorian with a wicked smile.]
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Your sartorial sense never fails to impress, and you know I love a good frame around something beautiful.
[Jamie understands his own beauty well enough to use it, and Dorian appreciates that as well. It's certainly relatable. He moves to the bar and slips his fingers under those straps, tugging Jamie back.]
How do you want it, darling?
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[Jamie eases back toward Dorian's touch, though he's careful not to compromise his balance or his position too much. The last thing he needs is to fall on the floor while he's trying to seduce his boss.]
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I considered it tonight. Just before last call?
[One hand moves lower, over the fabric of Jamie's panties, his palm ghosting over the length of Jamie's erection.]
I thought about peeling you out of your clothing as you served customers, then bending you over the bar, watching you struggle not to come on my cock.
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[Not that Dorian has ever asked for or particularly needed Jamie's permission to do anything like that. But there's nothing wrong with making his desires known.]
Does that mean I'd have to split my tips, though?
[Jamie grins and rocks his hips toward the light touch teasing over his cock. His face gets hot and he bites his lip. He's already aching hard: he's been dying for that denied release all night, pushed high every time Dorian pulled him into a back room or his office. He tips his head, giving Dorian more access to his neck.]
Please, darling. I've been waiting all night.
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[He will someday. Now that the idea's in his head, he won't be able to resist the temptation for long.]
I would never deprive you of your hard-earned tips.
[He bites down sharply, leaving a mark on Jamie's throat that his lips close over immediately after.]
On your back, wicked thing. I'm going to take you on top of the bar.
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He gets up onto the bar and lays back, leaving himself exposed for Dorian's pleasure. He has a becoming blush on his face and one starting across his chest.]
I almost begged you to fuck me on your desk, [he confesses, eyes dark as he watches Dorian. Jamie reaches down to give himself a little stroke, just to take the edge off.]
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I might have done. You're such a beautiful thing when you're desperate.
[Jamie is always beautiful, but Dorian especially likes him desperate. He climbs up onto the bar, nearly as graceful as Jamie, and reaches out to catch his hand.]
Tut tut, darling. You're coming on my cock tonight.
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Then give it to me, [he quips and a wicked grin lights his face as he sidles closer.]
You've been waiting as long as I have, unless you took care of yourself every time you sent me off.
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No, and believe me, darling, I ache to be inside you.
[He touches his forehead to Jamie's and pushes into him slowly, groaning deep in his throat.]
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Oh, fuck yes.
[He's learned by now to be careful about his blaspheming around Dorian and he's gotten fairly good at avoiding it.]
You feel so fucking good, darling.
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You always feel good, Jamie dear.
[He dips his head to kiss Jamie's throat, setting his teeth to it and holding on. He loves to see his mark on Jamie, and he loves seeing the marks of Jamie's other lovers there as well.]
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He knows Dorian delights in seeing the retaliation.
He tries to meet every thrust, urging Dorian as deep as he can get.]
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You're going to come with me, darling. Are you ready?
[He knows the answer already, but it's as much as he can manage to lengthen the experience.]
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Fuck yes, [he gasps, grabbing at Dorian's thigh and his hip.] Dorian, please. Please--
[But he feels it building already. He's been hanging on the edge all night and there's nothing he can do to stop himself now. He whimpers as he tightens beneath Dorian, moaning his name sharply as his head falls back.]
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Oh you beautiful, beautiful thing.
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