[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.]
[Jamie trembles and slumps back on the bar top, panting for breath as Dorian finishes in him. A grin spreads slowly across his face when he hears Dorian's breathless laugh. He reaches to push his fingers through Dorian's golden hair, fingernails gently dragging along his scalp.]
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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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You're perfect, [he breathes.] Fuck, Dorian.