[A big hairy barbarian who will do exactly as he says indeed. It's not quite cat-like, the way he presses against Dorian's palm on his chest, but it's something close. Bear-like, perhaps.
His smile grows wickeder the more Dorian clarifies, and downright gleeful when he's given more explicit directions. His hands grip down on pert handfuls of Dorian's ass, then he shifts to give him the ideal angle to grind.]
Oh, I see. Behaving. [Another rock of his hips, slower this time, using his grip on him and his strength to pull him against it.] I think I can manage that.
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His smile grows wickeder the more Dorian clarifies, and downright gleeful when he's given more explicit directions. His hands grip down on pert handfuls of Dorian's ass, then he shifts to give him the ideal angle to grind.]
Oh, I see. Behaving. [Another rock of his hips, slower this time, using his grip on him and his strength to pull him against it.] I think I can manage that.
How about shameful flattery? Is that allowed?