Heat, contact, pressure, Dorian is wanting of it all, but he has patience enough to pace himself and not turn into a desperate mess of wanting against the wall of the café.

"I don't care how it looks, just how it feels. I want as little between us as is possible, do you understand?" There's no bite to the mage's words, but they're sharp and clear and Dorian squeezes those hips tight and pulls them against his own in one last grind before releasing him completely.