[His fingers tighten in his hair once more, and his voice breaks on another cry as Dorian swallows down his arousal once more. The heat the pollen has set in him only burns hotter, but it also thrills that this, this is what he's needed, what he's wanted for so long now.
And there's really no holding back even if he wanted to now. The pleasure builds, a molten heat that pools low and threatens to erupt. And it finally does, as with another cry of Dorian's name, his back arches sharply and he comes, spilling himself into that hot mouth fixed so sweetly around him.]
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And there's really no holding back even if he wanted to now. The pleasure builds, a molten heat that pools low and threatens to erupt. And it finally does, as with another cry of Dorian's name, his back arches sharply and he comes, spilling himself into that hot mouth fixed so sweetly around him.]