For a human, Dorian had pretty good reaction time.  To his eyes, however, the man was sluggish, slow, and the hand that grasped out desperately for a weapon was grabbed and pinned down to the bed.  Kade moved quickly then, kicking and shoving at the covers.  He wanted the least amount of fabric between them as possible.  He wanted to feel the man’s warmth beneath him, and then all the tensing of muscle as he squirmed and writhed in panic, pleasure, or pain.  Then he was straddling trim hips, pressing down with his weight to keep them down.<br/><br/>“Oh, Dorian… I could get to you<i>anywhere</i>,” he chuckled against his prey’s ear, tightening his grip a little against the continued struggling.  Unfortunately, the man didn’t show any signs of letting up, and he was a little too wily for Kade to take his time this way, so he had little choice but to fight his prey onto his stomach.  It was really for Dorian’s safety more than anything, though he should’ve have cared so much if the idiot caught himself a broken arm in the tussle.  Once he had him face down and into a more submissive pose, Kade even managed to lean down to shush against his ear.<br/><br/>“I’ve tried staying away, you know.  Are you proud of me?  Three whole months without a taste of you, not even a little lick,” he purred, pressing more of his weight down against the man.  “You’ve thought about it, too, haven’t you?  Like a lover pining for another kiss.  I can smell it all over you when you’re around.  You want me, and it drives you mad.  But I want you, too, Dorian,” he admitted.  “You know I can take anything I want.  But if you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll give you what<i>you</i>want.”