For Dorian Gray

[singulartragedy]

*when they've reached the room (it's small, and plain, but he's lived in worse) Adrian will shut the door behind them, glad to be alone, but also rather wishing they weren't*

Typist: Continued from here.

Comments

[allartisuseless]

Well... charming place, Adrian. *lounges comfortably in a chair* Please -- tell me what I've missed. *pulls Adrian down onto his lap and starts kissing his neck*

[singulartragedy]

It's good enough, for the purposes. *and he'd like to give in, to do as Dorian wants him to do, but the conscience is a pesky thing -- so he tenses a little, as if he might draw away* I won't be able to tell you a thing, if you go on like that.

[allartisuseless]

*a little distracted* I'm listening... *busies himself with removing Adrian's shirt*

[singulartragedy]

No, you aren't. *is, however, showing no further signs of removing himself from Dorian's lap*