forrestertailor | Blue Man Coalescence for @Makingmyway

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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"Oh, I've not doubt you are." Luka curls his fingers along Dorian's thighs, inching his trousers down before he slid both hands under his waistband and pulled them off. He pet the inside of Dorian's bare thigh with one hand and started fishing through the drawers of the work table with the other. As he did he looked distracted, leaving himself open for Dorian to touch while he spoke absently. "Have you thought about this a great deal, Dorian?"

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makingmyway

Dorian shifts his hips a bit to help make removing his trousers easier, shivering as the hand ran along his bare skin.

The question has the flush on his cheeks darkening a shade, even as he continues to palm Luka’s arousal with one hand, the other running along the other man’s chest.

“N-Not exactly,” he replies. “At least, not this specifically.”

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"Oh?" Luka's ears perk up and Dorian can tell he is entirely focused on him again. His hand fishes a bottle out of the drawer and sets it down, plucking open his own pants and sighing softly as Dorian stroked him. His smile is bright. "You flatter me. It's one fair I tell you, I've thought about you a time or two myself."

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makingmyway

Dorian removes his hand briefly to help ease Luka's pants down, but stills again as he glances up at the man's face in surprise. "Really?"

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"Of course. To be quite honest, Dorian, this isn't the first time I've accepted an alternative form of payment." Luka smiled demurely at him, taking the small bottle of pouring its slick contents over his fingers. "And you must own a mirror, you can forgive me for hoping."

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Dorian's cheeks flush a bit at that, and he clears his throat as he glances away. "W-Well, I...don't presume that everyone would be attracted to me," he tries, but it's more embarrassed than anything else.

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"You should," Luka does not appear to be joking about that. "I know I certainly do, it works out quite well. Though the tills run a little bare because of it."

He takes Dorian's chin in his dry hand, tilting his head up to face Luka. His other hand cups Dorian's ass and smears lube across it.

"Why second guess yourself, Dorian?"

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makingmyway

Dorian’s eyes widen a bit as his gaze is brought back up to meet Luka’s, his breath hitching as the cool lube is spread across his ass.

“I-I…I’ve been disappointed before,” he says reluctantly, after a moment. “Made to know better, as it were.”

Which is fairly normal, he’s certain, but…it’s been a fairly constant thing most of his life.

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"There are a number of fools in the world." Luka replied simply. His hand cupped Dorian's ass, slipping under it and spreading lube over him hole, tracing it with a fingertip.

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makingmyway

Dorian sucks in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the other man’s shoulders, his entrance fluttering at the touch.

“W-Well…people can’t help who they’re attracted to.” He has a few friends who he knows he isn’t their type.

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"People are fickle," He smoothed his free hand up Dorian's back, up his neck and sank his cold fingers into his hair. His other hand worked neatly, petting Dorian before easing him open around a finger tip, then a knuckle, then another finger. He hummed happily, feeling how tight he was. "It makes me grateful to have such lovely things all around me."

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makingmyway

Dorian shivers as the fingers sink into his hair, sending a pleasant sensation along his scalp and down his spine. Then his breath hitches as the finger slowly slips inside him, his grip tightening on the other man’s shoulders as his muscles yield to the attention.

“O-Ooh…”

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"Oh?" Luka smiled in his face, leaning his forehead against Dorian's. He liked to softness of Dorian's breath against his cheek. His fingers slipped deeper, moving smoothly, and Luka's cock twitched against Dorian's thigh. "How long has it been, Dorian?"

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makingmyway

Dorian moans, his body curving into Luka’s as the fingers stretch the ring of muscles, sending shocks of pleasure through his body.

“L-Long…” he admits breathlessly. “T-Too long…been on the road for a while, hard to…f-find time…”

Or a willing partner.

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"Oh sure," Luka's voice was a low rumble that Dorian could feel thrumming through his chest as they stayed cozied up together. His fingers pressed inside, easing Dorian open and stretching him as they worked deeper. Luka's voice was almost disembodied, easy and airy as he worked. "Much too dusty on the road. Especially for a pretty boy like you, right?"

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makingmyway

Dorian huffs a small laugh, though it trails off into a low moan, his legs spreading wider as if to accommodate for how much he was being stretched. "Y-Yeah," he admits after a moment, his brain still trying to process words. "I-I am a bit...particular about things."

He knows he's a bit high maintenance, but he won't apologize for it. At least not this time.

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"Of course I don't hold it against you," Luka spreads his fingers wider, sinking them in up to his knuckles. He sighs, smiling slowly as he looks down at Dorian, all unraveled under him. He takes his hand back, fingers easing out and slicking up again. He strokes himself, hard and twitching gently, moving into position under Dorian. "I like pretty boys a great deal, you know."

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makingmyway

Dorian whimpers softly as the fingers withdraw, his hole fluttering around air at the sudden emptiness. But feeling the brush of the thick member at his entrance has him trembling with anticipation, and he clings to the larger man a touch desperately.

"W-Well...based on my own experience, I'm sure they're quite fond of you, as well."

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"Aha," Luka massages his scalp and holds Dorian's hip, moving them together with a laugh. Precum leaks from his head onto Dorian's hole and he presses against his hot skin, starting inside. He pushes forward and Dorian can feel the strong, sure movements of the heavy muscle that makes up his tailor. "What a little prince you are."

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makingmyway

Even just that initial press inside pushes the air from Dorian's lungs, and his head falls back against his shoulders as a moan rises from his throat. A part of him wants to feel indignant about the comment, as much as he's tried to find his own way outside of his family's influence.

But at the moment, wrapped up in the care of this man as his cock breaches him, and considering this all started as an alternative way to pay off for some new, expensive clothes, he's going to have to concede the point.

Though he doesn't really manage to say anything in the end, and instead wraps his legs around Luka's waist, opening himself up even further for the man's cock while trying to bring him further inside.

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Luka sighed, his breath cold of Dorian's cheek, and leaned in heavily against him. He lifted Dorian's head, tucking his lips against his neck and humming sweetly as he moved deeper inside. His hips canted up to Dorian's, thrusting into the warm press of his body and pulsing softly. His hand roamed up from Dorian's high, tugging his shirt open and smoothing inside to squeeze his pec as Luka started a neat, brisk rhythm.

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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…”

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"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.

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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..."

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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.