Blue Man Coalescence for @Makingmyway

[forrestertailor]

Forrester Tailor is a three storey turn of the century townhome made of red sandstone. There is a hexagonal tower on the front corner, with bay windows looking out onto the street and in onto the shop that makes up the first floor. The front door in etch glass and dark, polish wood, set back in a shaded porch that opens through a circular marble archway that grows down into a set of low steps onto the street. The porch is shaded by a second floor balcony built of the same white marble, with the posts of its railing carved to read 'Forrester Tailor.' Dorian has never been upstairs, the ground floor itself offers plenty of fascinations all its own, but he's come and gone from the shop enough times to find the ostentatiousness of the façade pleasant and familiar now.

Luka Forrester himself has become one of those familiar fascinations, too. Dorian usually finds him in the racks of the tall, red curtained main room of the shop. Here there are Persian rugs covering the hardwood floor, gently gold globe lights hanging from the tin tiled ceiling, long curtains covering the tall windows that face the neighboring buildings and a pair of covered mirrors. Everything else is shelves and racks and stacks of clothing of every cut, shape, material and purpose imaginable. There is a fitting room off the main room and a pair of pocket doors that close on a tomb of bolts of fabric and the rattling sewing machine Luka can be found at from time to time.

The man himself is tall, a full seven feet, and built as broad and brawny as any experienced adventurer. He's got pointed ears, dark blue skin, and yellow eyes like a cat's. Dorian has to wonder what combination of Drow he might be, though Luka has ducked the question if it's ever asked of him. With his good looks and implacable accent, a non answer is just as good as a real one.

He finds Luka at the large desk at the back of the main room, just in front of the tomb of fabric, reading the newspaper and nursing a cup of tea. The cup is a tiny, elegant porcelain thing with gilded lip and handle. It looks silly pinched in Luka's big hand, in a way that reflects the oddness Dorian feels in this building. The ornateness of the place is one thing, but it's also been built on a total different scale than Dorian is used to, all the doors, press-buttons for the lights, coat hooks and any other fixture built for someone Luka's size. The feeling of being a foot too short is now also familiar to him, though perhaps not altogether pleasant.

Luka sets his cup down, looking up over the corner of the newspaper.

"Dorian, right on time as usual I see."

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Oooh sounds relaxing

[makingmyway]

Dorian groaned, clinging to the other man as he felt every inch of the cock sinking inside him. Then he shivered as the cool touch of Luka’s fingers drift over his skin, a stark contrast to the heat building inside him.

He rocked his hips, trying to match Luka’s rhythm, each press of their bodies meeting sending a shock of pleasure pulsing through him.

“Aaaah…”

[forrestertailor]

"Like that?" Luka purred teasingly in his ear, pushing more of his weight against Dorian. He huffed and sighed, cooing Dorian's name in his ear and letting out short, delighted gasps as he worked deeper inside. Dorian could already feel him throbbing, hot and eager as he stroked Dorian's hair and thrust in and out.

[makingmyway]

Dorian was pliant in the Luka's arms, and as the larger man rested more of his weight against him he found himself reclined against the desk, the other man settled over him like a blanket. Each inch of the pulsing cock that sunk deeper into him sent a jolt of heat through him, his own arousal building again with each thrust.

"Y-Yes..." he murmured, his fingers tangled in the other man's shirt. "H-Harder, please..."

[forrestertailor]

Luka obliged him. The strength Dorian felt before comes out in force and Dorian is flattened to the desk. Luka groans, loud and deep, and starts thrusting hard, wet fleshy slaps filling the small fitting room. He sighs and squeezes Dorian's chest, thumbing at his nipple and pushing his mouth against Dorian's for a panting kiss.

[makingmyway]

Dorian’s breath hitches, little whines and gasps rising from his throat with each thrust into him before he groans against Luka’s lips with the messy kiss. His arms and legs tighten around the man on top of him, clinging as he’s pounded into the desk, each spike of heat pooling into his core.

[forrestertailor]

Luka tangles a hand in his hair and pulls, groaning against his mouth as Dorian's head is pulled back. He shudders on top of the smaller man, his thrusts getting heavier and more desperate as he chases his climax and uses Dorian's body.

[makingmyway]

Dorian gasps, the sound muffled against the other man’s lips, as the tug bares his throat even more. Even as he tries to keep up, he can’t match Luka’s ferocity as he chases his climax, and can only hold on desperately as each thrust sends more heat pooling inside him.

[forrestertailor]

The heat of their bodies together has Dorian's pulse thudding through Luka's head, making his dizzy, giddy. He sighs, pressing his mouth to Dorian's neck where he can feel the quickening of his pulse against his lips. His teeth itch to drive through the other man's sea-blue skin but he holds himself back. Best not to bite the customers.

He gasps instead, a wave of heat pouring through his as he buries himself in Dorian, pinning him to the desk with his weight, his hands in his hair, cooing against his neck, and cums.

[makingmyway]

Dorian moans as Luka buries deep inside him, feeling the rush of warmth fill him. It only adds to his own fires, and with a surprised gasp he finds himself spilling over again as well.

Then he sags back, feeling completely spent and boneless, and despite not needing to breathe his comes in ragged pants as he lies underneath the larger man.

[forrestertailor]

Luka is bent double like this, his face against Dorian's neck and his brain somewhere else entirely. He shivers, aftershock turning the afterglow as he feels the warm emptiness rolling over him. He shifts on top of Dorian, planting his sturdy legs and easing up a few inches to save both their backs. He sighs and laughs to himself, kissing Dorian's collarbones.

[makingmyway]

His limbs feel heavy as the other man draws back a bit, but in a deeply satisfied way as the pleasant heaviness settles deep into his bones. Shivering a little himself at the light brush of lips over his skin, he sighs in contentment as he continues to drift in the syrupy post-orgasm haze.

[forrestertailor]

He kisses up to Dorian's ear, giving it's serrated edge as soft a bite as he can manage. The pinprick of blood that lands on his tongue is, immediately, not enough but Luka is never so starved that it could compel him to do anything more than lay there. He pets Dorian's hips, holding one while his other hand moves to the adventurer's stomach and feels the soft movement of muscle inside as he pulls out.

[makingmyway]

Dorian’s breath hitches softly at the slight sting at his ear, but it only sends a shiver down his spine as he curls more into the larger man. The hand stroking his stomach is soothing, especially as Luka draws out of him, pulling a soft whine from his throat as he feels suddenly empty.

[forrestertailor]

“Lovely invitation,” Luka muses, catching his breath with a sigh. He talks as if he were finishing an unheard conversation, a litany of cooing to Dorian he’s slipped in and out of until now. He smiles down at the younger man, brushing his hair away from his sweaty face. “Alright there?”

[makingmyway]

Dorian hums softly, eager to soak in the affection as he leans into the touch.

“Mm…” he manages to reply after a moment. “I’m very good.” Opening his eyes, he glances up at the other man with a smile. “You?”

[forrestertailor]

“Very well,” Luka says with a smile. He cups Dorian’s cheek, staying cozied up with him in the close, musty air of the little fitting room. “You drive a hard bargain, young man, but I think it’s well worth it.”

[makingmyway]

Dorian is more than happy to remain curled up with Luka, returning the smile as he leans into the touch. The words draw a soft laugh from him.

“Well, it certainly was a pleasure.”

[forrestertailor]

"I should hope so," Luka laughs in return, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping off Dorian's belly. He sets it down gingerly on the table and then goes hunting for his cigarette case. Once he takes out the lacquered little case he puts a cigarette between his lips, lights it and puffs gently before offering it to Dorian.

[makingmyway]

Dorian shivers a little as the cooling spend is wiped away, breathing out another content sigh. The offered cigarette gets a shake of his head.

"Oh, no, I'm all right, thank you."

He stretches out a bit beside the taller man, feeling the dull ache in his lower half growing just a bit. He will definitely need to rest here a bit longer before he feels comfortable moving.