[ Not near so filmy as the gowns worn by the noble women of the household- but fine enough to not so much fall into place as slither in soft layers giving way to the hard, lean lines of him beneath. The illusion of softness is a carefully crafted one he gives up gladly- the strap of the gown slipping down one shoulder as he reaches up to unfasten the bands that keep his bust in place.
Lovely as it might make him to a man of a mind to appreciate such things- Dorian is not. He finesse's it free and sets it aside without losing the gown or reaching for his corset's laces. ]
You've more appreciation for a muscular frame than the softer curves, yes? [ He'd noticed- it had been difficult to not. Voice warm and rich with honey'd promise He swings a leg over Dorian's, settling in his lap as though he belongs there. For the moment? He does. ] Now I am quite comfortable. But are you?
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Lovely as it might make him to a man of a mind to appreciate such things- Dorian is not. He finesse's it free and sets it aside without losing the gown or reaching for his corset's laces. ]
You've more appreciation for a muscular frame than the softer curves, yes? [ He'd noticed- it had been difficult to not. Voice warm and rich with honey'd promise He swings a leg over Dorian's, settling in his lap as though he belongs there. For the moment? He does. ] Now I am quite comfortable. But are you?