for hallarider

[pavus_redemit]

Sundays were glorious days of nothing and Dorian planned them that way. He did all his remaining work from the week either Friday night or Saturday afternoon so that way he had Sunday free to do absolutely shit all. The only time this changed was when he wrote scholarly articles for journals. Those took all his focus and he liked to work them out over weekends. No students could bother him when he worked on them at home.

He was not a fan of organized religion but he took the phrase 'a day of rest' very seriously. Sundays were for lounging in bed, long showers and whatever was on TV that caught his interest. He would read for pleasure or spend time pleasuring himself or his lover. Sundays were wonderful days.

Which was why he was so damn annoyed that on Sunday the door bell rang around the same time he was making breakfast. That did not imply rest. It imply some sort of nosy bastard at the door. It was doubly annoying because Bramen was spending the weekend and looked adorably rumpled, hunched over his morning coffee with fresh love bites on his shoulders.

"Can you see what religious nut wants to sell God to us and make them go away? I don't want to burn the omelet," he waved towards the door with his free hand. "Tell them we're quite happy living in sin and they can wish us a merry trip to hell."

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[pavus_redemit]

"Do not tease me with those promises if you don't plan on following through," he groaned softly. He loved it when Bramen teased and made him impatient, made him pause for pictures and poses when he wanted to be touched and worse when he wanted to be fucked.

He ran his hands down to Bramen's hips and guided him to the right position so that they would line up perfectly for slow rubbing against each other. This morning called for something long and passionate. Dorian needed to feel passionate and desirable.

[hallarider]

They'd had a few risque photoshoots before - nothing beyond a couple poses at just the right angle, though Dorian had been impatient all the way through. Rightly so, of course - what with Bramen asking him to pose with a few of his favourite toys, insisting on different angles and lighting before the man could enjoy himself too much. They'd only managed a few pictures, most of which didn't quite turn out, before they ended up rolling on the floor together. Bramen had little to complain about though, he'd be willing to do that again and again.

Just like he was willing to indulge Dorian as much as he needed today. A slow grind against each other was nice, working their bodies up and simply enjoying what they had. Bramen's hands slipped back up towards Dorian's shoulders, more than content to have the man pulling him close as he was. "Let's not get too excited in here," he said with a short laugh, arms wrapping around Dorian's neck as he rolled his hips, moving firmly against his lover.

"We have plenty of time to ourselves."